? Are you near me? And I long to know you're real And I long for you to be a part of me And I long to know you're real And I long for you to be a part
hands And I've got a vision of blue sky and dry land I'm cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hands The ship is pitching and heaving, our
Everybody looks for something new Like the rosy-cheek debutante Who falls in love with every billboard guy Funny hairdo and a lazy bedroom-eye Blue like any ocean
blue metric rulers // Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler // And he never liked to propagate rumors // Smoked Canary Island cigars // Liked American luxury cars and
who likes to sing (AwareNess: So I told him, you know I'm just another american caught in between inspiration and depression) I'm just another American caught in between Inspiration and
blue below An ocean cold and vast I am traveling again Between the heavens and the clouds Reaching out, turning a vision Into a future, strong and
hands And I've got a vision of blue sky and dry land I'm cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hands The ship is pitching and heaving Our
my hands And I've got a vision of blue sky and dry land I'm cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hands The ship is pitching and heaving Our
Jam and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang Every warrior has an axe to bury but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
of blue below An ocean cold and vast I am traveling again Between the heavens and the clouds Reaching out, turning a vision Into a future, strong and
