Our words were cold against the night
truth, fire and treason
a burning scream
Her empty eyes are writhe with cold
dark quiet with reason
alive in dreams
Life is a never ending mystery
you may not find what you seek
Life is a never ending mystery
you may not find what you seek.
Your painted smile won't save you now
I see no reason left to care
She held the gun afore my face
I smiled and told her, "go ahead".
Life is a golden, measured tapestry.
You may not find what you seed.
