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Raining Pleasure – Rainsong 55

Now would you please
Try and explain
What’s on since we met
That rainy afternoon
Thirty minutes of questions
Yet left unanswered
And now two full months
And two full moons
A scenery of things that
Won’t come out
And dreams that won’t come true
Until the day you stop
Racing around me

Being offensive you’ll never talk
Being defensive you’ll never love
You’ll never be loved
And you deserve that

I can see it in your eyes it’s not just me or you
It’s us, a thing that scares you
Or something you use to scare me

If i could fly, i’d fly above you
If i could dance, i’d dance before you
If i could sind, i’d sing about you
If you could see, you’d see me
If you could speak, you could have me
If you could look in my eyes, you’d see
Deeply, deeply, deeply in love

Being offensive you’ll never talk
Being defensive you’ll never love
Ou’ll never be loved
And you deserve that…

Raining Pleasure – Song Of The Wolf

I think I’ve seen you somewhere
I don’t remember where
It must have been among the woods
Or in my precious lonely dreams

Your figure so familiar
The wind blows whispering secret
As I’m walking in the dirt
Like barefoot tired and wondering why

The moon shows it’s dark side
It’s cold and there’s no light
Big clouds full of mystery
The way you look tonight
Makes me cry
Makes me cry

And all your joy means nothing
It’s only sham and it’s a shame
It really tells me nothing
Can’t cope with fashion, crowds and feign

My rapture is my breathing
My life just poetry to you
It’s silence I rejoice in
Cringing I won’t waste my time

So watch me, here I’m standing
Truly there’s nothing left
There’s nothing left but heaven above
And, mother, that’s strong will to cry
Makes me cry
Makes me cry

The approaching of the hour
The approaching of the hour

The hour is hours

…how came the hour is ours?

How came?

Once born and crashed on waves of misery
You’ve never known for all we care
Sweet, bitter, salty or just growing old?
You’ve never cared for all we know

Once born and crashed on waves of misery
You’ve never known for all we care
Sweet, bitter, salty or just losing faith?
You’ve never cared for all we know