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Sometimes the Evening Star.
Sometimes the Morning Star.
Sometimes I really don’t quite understand,
..who in the heaven you are.

Ascending out of habit;
with praise on every tongue.
At times the lonely day star;
the promised kiss of sapphire.
..Sometimes the Shining One.

….Amen to all that was.
….Amen to what will be.
….It all comes back to here;
….To only you and me.

Some call upon the Titans;
some call upon the Giants;
to rage against the mountain,
..the defeated and defiant.

Some made of light and fire,
rebel against the day;
re-fuse to bow before,
..some made of only clay.

Cast down the morning star,
and all who worship here.
Replace the pride and avarice,
..with sweet decay and fear.

Cast down the evening star;
and steal away the prize,
that rules all men to fol-low,
..where none can dare to rise.

Amen to all that was.
Amen to what will bee.
It all comes back to here;
To only..you and me.

They come like fallen angels;
..their eyes still blind with awe.
Confused and dazed and
quite unprepared,
for the swiftness of the fall,

And each can find perfection,
in the teachings they-all-learn-well.
When you lose the rapture of heaven,
..well there’s really no-need-for hell.

I met a man of vision,
while stumbling through the street.
He held a stead-y hand,
..to every one he’d meet.

One called him as a prophet.
One called-him as a king.
..One called him as a god and many,
..many other things.

He said he was mistaken
for who the sign is for.
He-said “this royalty eludes me;
so I leave my cape at the door.”

Amen to all that was.
Amen to what will bee.
It all comes back to here;
To only..you and me.

The light that pierce forever,
reveal the end of things;
where all will turn to clay,
..where once were simply kings.

When every thing is finished;
..when e-very thing is dust;
there won’t be much to worry;
..and there won’t be much to touch.

Now everything is certain,
..and any thing can go.
The worshipers are waiting,
..while the worshiped always lay low.

Amen to all that was.
Amen to what will be.
It all comes back to here;
To only you and me.

Sometimes the Evening Star.
Sometimes the Morning Star.
Sometimes I really don’t quite understand,
..who in the heaven you are.

Amen to all that was.
Amen to what will bee.
It all comes back to here;
To only you and me.

Amen to all that was.
Amen to what will be.
It all comes back to here;
To only you and me.

It all comes down to here;
To only you and me.

I can see that you’re nervous.
I think you can see I am too.
These days my time seems out of rhyme,
and filled with someone else’s rules

Well I’ve been told that you’re faithful;
And I’ve been told you’re kind.
And I’ve been told the dreams I hold
are the kind that are best left behind.

So I’m not saying I love you.
I can’t say that I do.
I can just say that I promise to do
all the things that I say I will do.

Some lives are filled with wonder.
Some lives only hope for more.
And some dreams don’t seem to matter that much,
when you can’t recall what they’re for.

Well, I don’t care if you love me.
I don’t expect that you do.
I only care that you do all the things
that your words say you promise to do.

Now we could be together,
or walk away alone.
But the dream I hold, so I’ve been told,
is to have
a place to call home.

So I will give you my lifetime,
and stay with you when we’re old.
But I can’t say that I’ll give you my heart;
and I can’t say I’ll give you my soul.

Some lives are filled with wonder.
Some lives only hope for more.
And some dreams don’t seem to matter at all
if you never know who they’re for.

I guess this is what happens.
I guess this fits some plan.
And if I wonder out loud inside
doesn’t mean that I must understand.

We walk these steps we’re given,
and fill our moments with time.
We play our roles as life unfolds,
and watch it from the sidelines.

But If I keep my pledge to you,
and you keep yours to me;
then maybe we can leave some room
to feel some small part of free.

Some lives are filled with wonder.
Some lives only hope for more.
And some lives search for away somehow
to find what dreaming is for

It’s strange how time can happen.
It’s strange where time can lead.
This history is a mystery
that’s filled with you and me.

There are days I have forgotten.
There are days I wish I could.
There are days that linger more than once,
leaving traces where we both stood.

Some years we count with laughter.
We count some years with tears.
And some years the who and the why we are
isn’t always certain or clear.

We’ve walked so long together.
Gone down so many long roads.
Along the way you’ve shown
the deepest parts of you,
that only I can know.

Now I don’t know if you love me.
You stay here with me it’s true.
I just know the me I find inside
seems to always be calling for you.

And here I’ve given my lifetime
to be with you when we’re old.
And now I find that I’ve given my heart.
And I find that I’ve given my soul.

So I can say that I love you.
I can say that I do.
And I can say that I promise to do
everything in my power for you.

Yes, I can say I love you too.
I can say that I do.
And I can say that I promise to do
everything in my power for you.

Yes I can say
that I promise to do
every thing
in my power
for you.

Can a breath,
be a song?
Can your enchantment
just bring me
along?
And in this
passionate,
justification,
can anyone really be wrong?

There’s a light
down the way,
where I first
saw you.. today.
Now the night’s
on display,
as the hours
have just slipped.. away.
And the moment
says,
stay.

Where the air
fills the space;
where desire
leans in to embrace;
and the words
in this dance,
move with
the same happenstance;
here the moment
says,
stay.

Can a breath,
be a song?
Can your enchantment just
bring-me
along?
And in this
passionate,
justification,
can anyone really be wrong?

There’s a sound
at the door,
where everything
waits from.. before.
As a sigh
makes a wave,
that promises
to sweep us away,
every sound
slips away,
and leaves room,
to just hear you say:

Can a breath,
be a song?
Can anyone
really be wrong?
In this
passionate,
justification,
your enchantment
just brings me.. along.
Can your enchantment just
bring me along?

Can a breath,
be a song?
And can any.. one
really be wrong?
In this
passionate,
justification,
your enchantment
just brings me,
along.
Can your enchantment just,
bring me along?

Day breaks and the air is new,
as it forms a frozen lace,
that floats through the morning light
with matchless grace.
The sun shines warm n bright
and melts it all away.
It’s funny how, with the weather,
things can change.
Funny how.. with the weather,
funny how.. with the weather,
it’s funny how.. with the weather,
..things can change.

I’ve seen love and devotion,
come and go;
how hearts and embraces,
open and close;
when passion‘s affection,
falters and slows,
and tenderness
can lose it’s
..way back home.
Tenderness can lose,
tenderness can lose,
and tenderness can lose
..it’s way back home.

Some wait for saviors
to shed their.. disguise.
And some wait for hell n fear
to blot out the sky.
Seems there’s no rhyme,
no reason for why.
It’s just the way the weather comes
..and goes.
Just the way the weather,
just the way the weather,
it’s just the way the weather,
..comes n goes.

I don’t know the reason
for everyone’s pain.
And not every lost dream
has some-one to blame.
When disappointment chills the night
and blows out each flame,
that promises
to light the way
..again.
Promises to light,
promises to light,
that promises to light
..the way again.

There’s no prayer for wisdom
to finally say goodbye.
There’s no prayer for loneliness
to finally be denied.
When pain is a vision
that sees with one eye,
and prayer is
another word
..for lost.
Prayer is another,
prayer is another,
and prayer is another,
..word for lost.

There’s not always a key
for hearts left in chains;
And not every lost faith
can finally be reclaimed.
When sometimes a life feels
too late to rearrange,
and hope leaves
a note on
..the door.
Hope leaves a note,
hope leaves a note,
and hope leaves a note,
..on the door.

Day breaks and the air is new,
as it forms a frozen lace,
that floats through the morning-light
with matchless grace.
A cool wind carries it
and covers every place.
It seems like the weather’s
..gonna change.
Seems like the weather,
seems like the weather,
it seems like the weather’s
..gonna change.

Seems like the weather,
seems like the weather,
well it looks like the weather’s,
..bout to change.