Rubix's Cube
On chariots we ride, life like a dream.
A wave of discomfort cast over me.
The branches of fortune tell us a tale.
For Similar reasons, her skin is so pale.
The stars taste good tonight my friend.
Everything falls from the sky in the end.
And down, down, down, down.
Down.
Moonlight on them shines down in a beam,
Life feels so real but not as it seems.
You question the answers, the truth seems unfair.
Would you question those answers if you werent ever there?
...There.
Your umbrella will keep you dry from rain,
But what my friend, will keep you dry from the pain?
You sing your song, Ill sing my own.
Whats been lost in this love and what has it grown?
On chariots we ride, life like a dream.
A wave of discomfort cast over me.
The branches of fortune tell us a tale.
For Similar reasons, her skin is so pale.
The stars taste good tonight my friend.
Everything falls from the sky in the end.
And down, down, down, down.
Down.
Moonlight on them shines down in a beam,
Life feels so real but not as it seems.
You question the answers, the truth seems unfair.
Would you question those answers if you werent ever there?
...There.
Your umbrella will keep you dry from rain,
But what my friend, will keep you dry from the pain?
You sing your song, Ill sing my own.
Whats been lost in this love and what has it grown?
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
eryn:
it actually really has no hidden meaning.. just thoughts that came to mind.. i made it into a song.
mindless:
Good way to write a song. Just randomness. Different thoughts put together to form a whole.........nice.........and pretty too.