Sound asleep in an ocean of crashes Sound asleep in pouring black rain Bedside voices praying with tears of ashes Stung by the salt of weeping skies All alone lying shoulder to shoulder All alone with hot hand in hand Sleepy gestures of silent tongue and lashes Cheek to cheek with last goodbyes Hold me a child in your arms Hold me please hold me...Learn More

What is it in nature which lends its hand To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight That by the silent boot of a dying word A scythe was taught to moan and to write What is it that is left for the blushing cheek To blink the lips of a blooming rose When lovers' eyes as black as summer crows Picked the blackened rose that they seeked What...Learn More