MUSIC FOR SALE

In dream I walk through open fields,
on gentle breeze a hint of lilac,
I awake to this gloomy reality,
when all is aphotic, eternally black….eternally black… so black.

I fear that thoughts of hope,
now sodden in chaos and sorrow,
no sense, no thought, no wonder,
this cannot be our tomorrow.… be our tomorrow… tomorrow.

In dream I walk through open fields…. open fields… hmmmmmmmmmmmm

No passing rumour, or horoscope,
eases the anxiety that distorts us,
mindset blurred by doom and gloom,
beauty lost to by greed and lust…. greed and lust… and lust.

We have to find our way back,
breath life into hope once more,
For life and love we must rise,
For this darkness to fade, for it to fall…. to fall… to fall.

In dream I walk through open fields…. open fields… hmmmmmmmmmmmm

In dream I walk through open fields,
on gentle breeze a hint of lilac,
I awake to this gloomy reality,
when all is aphotic, eternally black…. eternally black… so black.

I fear that thoughts of hope,
now sodden in chaos and sorrow,
No sense, no thought, no wonder,
This cannot be our tomorrow… be our tomorrow… tomorrow.

In dream I walk through open fields…. open fields… hmmmmmmmmmmmm

No passing rumour, or horoscope,
eases the anxiety that distorts us,
mindset blurred by doom and gloom,
beauty lost to by greed and lust…. greed and lust.. and lust…

We have to find our way back,
breath life into hope once more,
For life and love we must rise,
For this darkness to fade, for it to fall… for it to fall.. to fall.

In dream I walk through open fields…. open fields… hmmmmmmmmmmmm