Most likely this will be the first cut we record for the album
Belladonna Pt. I
By Akira Li of the R*E*F*
She's almost intangable, a waking dream walking through sunbeams
Everchanging chameleon becomes whatever you want her to be
She's your fantastic fantasy but depressed manicly
She's your perfect girl but sacrifices her identity
Looking for the love her daddy never showed
And she thinks she can only get it by shedding all her clothes
So she reads you like a book; and from the very first look
She synchs her biorhythem to your own highs and lows
You think shes your soulmate; and on the very first date
You contemplate telling her you think you're in love
But you hesitate; unsure of the next move to make
So you end the eve with a warm lovers goodnight hug
And her moans, drown out her sobs
Desperately struggling to rise above the rest of the mob
And she loses herself trying to please men, grieving
Searching for love in ways that defy reason
Breathe in
Exhale. Please let her be free
Let her find "herself" without needing a "he"
Let her sail on the breeze like the gulls of the sea
Let her know I need her more than she ever needed me
Copyright 2003 J.Moore
Belladonna Pt. I
By Akira Li of the R*E*F*
She's almost intangable, a waking dream walking through sunbeams
Everchanging chameleon becomes whatever you want her to be
She's your fantastic fantasy but depressed manicly
She's your perfect girl but sacrifices her identity
Looking for the love her daddy never showed
And she thinks she can only get it by shedding all her clothes
So she reads you like a book; and from the very first look
She synchs her biorhythem to your own highs and lows
You think shes your soulmate; and on the very first date
You contemplate telling her you think you're in love
But you hesitate; unsure of the next move to make
So you end the eve with a warm lovers goodnight hug
And her moans, drown out her sobs
Desperately struggling to rise above the rest of the mob
And she loses herself trying to please men, grieving
Searching for love in ways that defy reason
Breathe in
Exhale. Please let her be free
Let her find "herself" without needing a "he"
Let her sail on the breeze like the gulls of the sea
Let her know I need her more than she ever needed me
Copyright 2003 J.Moore
i know, my chances of getting a decent job in my field make me want to cry... chances are i'll have to move and even then it's competitive. i'm wondering why we are all forced to go to school any more, or feel like we are, when it's not for much?