mood: drained music: Coldplay

Sweet like the fresh flow--

Down your throat runs the cool coke--

Way beyond the garden showers,

Bound only by the earthy powers:

Cumulus, Cirrus, through lazy days;

All dance amid the summer rays.

Let’s rush afar from juvenile crime,

And swim beneath the length of time

Let’s slow our walk and steady pace,

This must be life-- a simple race.

Beautiful girl of golden beauty,

Give me your trust as life’s great duty.

Sitting here ‘neath pine’s tall tower,

Whisper words of youthful power.

Oh, please to me will you confide:

The secret swifts of ocean tide;

Reveal your secrets—of love and life.

Tell me of your hidden strife.

I’ll be a witness, to you will stand,

To keep all truths and make a man

Of my simple heart so dreams of angels:

High above, they fly above the

Moon--tender like oil on blue waters--

Surf Pacific bays, its coastal daughters

Where cocaine beaches bear sinners’ feet

Fiend and imp feel fast heart’s beat:

After every deed of demonic plunder

Souls flee without from angels’ thunder.

Wake up, all has been shaken up:

--Tonight her mother died--

I lie in bed like graven mime,

Find a haven for a quiet ride

This night must reign the mourners’ time

Brush up; fix up your hair,

Life’s to stop near anywhere.

Home from show with tire bustling

All go past the leaves’ dry rustling.

None so far to kiss the child.

Lying still so dead and wild.

Death before her doused with horror:

Hellish nightmares work their might

And plague her dreams with hellish fright

But we, the separate breed,

Seek the day when we can say,

“Ever life: this narrow path,

Beyond the reach of Satan’s wrath,

We’ve found the home of saints before us,

Where angels sing the hymnals’ chorus.

Now reach to father and broken child,

The one with eyes so lost and mild,

Speak heavenly truth and God’s own wisdom

Just say it loud so they will listen:

We’re all bound to take the fall,

But enter with us to glory’s hall.