Monks of Doom
All in Good Time
Paint a picture, let it dryCheck your thoughts and speak now of usLook how you worry, pacing all around the placeFeel now the intuition in the air[dreaming] thoughts, they move us so wellIt is a penny for your thoughts my boyTell me all that you knowYou curious colorful creature, won't you showFrom day to dayWhen you live and you wakeThe ... of tawdry ...Like a fatal mistakeIndecision is a razorAll in good time we throw our options out the windowAll in good time we go driving off the roadPain and fury, tension ...Balance, glory, triumph and pain... the poetry of memoryYou know that everything we had was realDrifting away and still gaining speedIt is a quarter for your dream old manKnowing all that you know... the place the world has left youFighting for your hopes that fade away
From Letras Mania