Dreams Of Flat Lands

Sitting by the sea and speaking of flat lands
wrestles with desire for petite gentle hands
passion he said can hold destructiveness
remember

with eyes closed he tries to play the part
this will hurt in days, he feels it in his heart
pass the hours, but all might fade away
remember

sharing stories which very few would know
feeling fast, but going all too slow
at times, it's all they can bare
remember

she gives in and fuels the passion fire
growing late, but neither seem to tire
he still feels first breath upon his neck
remember

listening to the songs which no one gets to hear
time is growing short, and he begins to fear
short drive, to tear the two apart
I remember

Copyright 1995 cSide Records
Written by Seven Graylands
Reprinted by permission