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TARGETS

Sitting 'round singing songs
'bout love and hate
and fear and anger
'bout the sadness and
the things out of sight
we're throwing holy stones
to our amusement
they're moving targets
faster than the Speed of life

Ice-blue silver skies
will fade into grey
the view from here is clouded now
my mind is ful! of delay
evening of creation
far away frorn you
we're standing in a lightfield
we're lovers in the rain
and only our bodies will obtain
GROUND ZERO
Across the winds of time
MOVING TARGETS
Draw the line
Draw the line
DEATH MUST COME FIRST
TO MAKE THIS DREAM MORE REAL

Erstellt 14.04.`03