A
nomad stares
At
ceiling so high
Memories
stains the soul
Under
a cloudy sky
Wondering
where have all the angels gone
Where
do the good ones hide
Could
they be downs stairs
With
their broke wings wrapped in twine
Mountain
nomads like to climb
Making
their bed under open sunshine
Rodeo
nomads live for eight seconds
Those
seconds lasting a life time
Every
nomad watches the fire dance
Wondering
where all the angels shine
What
happens when it stops
So
a frosted angel sleeps
Dreaming
about where all the good have gone
Looking
up at the dark
At
a ceiling so high
Thinking
this is the night
Were
sleep will comfort thee soul
Wine
will keep one warm
Before
drifting in sand
Some
things come easy
As
the images step aside
Just
out if reach
E
mon said hold me tight
I
need to feel your heart beat
During
this long night
Put
your hand on my chest
Yes
just there
Now
you too can feel the beat
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