Dripping

Look out, see all the water rushing
Can you imagine how it must be
See your world floating out to sea
How terrifying that must be

Hold on to all your memories
This world is changing, can't you see

Time to check your priorities
Make sure you are remembering

What You Want To See

You see what you want to see
Doesn't matter that much to me
A beautiful garden
A rising tree
Or maybe just a future property

To be rewarded in the kindest way
A "Hi, how are you" or a "Have a nice day"
To be reminded what it's all about
Is the easiest way to figure it out

Everybody climbing up their own tree
Hiding or trying better to see
In the end it comes out all the same
You see what you want to see

You see what you want to see
Right through me into what could be
Beyond my frequency of vision
I'd like to see what I am missing

Everybody climbing up their own tree
Hiding or trying better to see
In the end it comes out all the same
You see what you want to see

Sprite Young Tikes

Wake up and play with all your toys
Go out and make a little noise

Count with me
1 2 3
What do you want to be

When I grow up I'll be like that
Why does that man there look so sad

Notice me
Talk to me
Why can't you see the real me

Open your heart and let out all your dreams
The future is what you will it to be
Cast all your worry and all your regret
Dream like a child and see what you get

HOME

Bletchid

Home, where the root of all the feeling ever known
From the look in your eyes
Grown, in a world apart from here where I've been shown
That it just doesn't seem right

Told in the middle of a dream
But I don't know, I don't know

Home, in the middle of a tapestry of tone
Coming out into the night
Blown, toward a place in life I always seem to know
And I'm lost in the time

Home, where the root of all the feeling ever known
From the look in your eyes
Blown toward a place in love I always seem to know
And I'm lost in the time

A thousand lights go through my eyes
Half of them get to my mind
Makes me start to realize you can't see all that lies before you
Could have been something caught between different realities
Feel the energy that is the root of possibility

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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