With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me of beautiful hate
Of island chains swept with the tide
Tragedy ripening on
The coral leis of a conquering king
They're swept away
Oh, but not lost
Beneath the waves of trembling stars
The road winds towards
The windward side
My soul is saved by these city lights
My face is framed by... Read More
Yep I really havn't figured it all out yet either. Maybe someday I will have extra time to really play around and do just that. good luck with the links, and drunken comments.