Dreams of you still wash ashore
Never wanted much more
An angel called
wanted a chore
I said find me my bride
or find me Hells Floor.
The world turns
and the wolf burns
take my urn and don't ever
try to learn
Life is darkness,
deaths lost harness,
to keep it would insult
her happiness
Now that you mention, a splinter
gets more attention.
some lyrics I was working on last night after I couldn't sleep..much love!
Ciao