Paroles de Parallel Universe
âPARALLEL UNIVERSEâMichael produced an empty vile
Whispered of it's past inhabitants
âThe remnants there will make you smile
Come with me, oh come with meâ
Somewhere waiting for the train -- where will we be?
A wayfaring poet came to me, whispered symphonies
As rain, rain, rain falls against the Window Pain
Sane, sane, sane -- let go of all earthly pain
Wane, wax, wax, wane, laughter swoops us all away
Until we ponder:
Will it always be like this?
Never knew what I would miss
All this from Lisa's dark kiss?
Thought my best friend wanted to kill us
One day I found myself running through nameless halls
Seeing shapes but not knowing the essence of what they are
What they are, what they are, who am I?
As lines, lines, lines make corners stretching so high, high, high, high...
At the ceiling they diverge, I....
I'm running, running, running, running from something I don't understand
I'm longing, longing, longing for a grand escape
What I want, deep down I know
Find the stream and let it flow The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
Copyright 2004 Beau Phillips
A wayfaring poet came to me, whispered symphonies
As rain, rain, rain falls against the Window Pain
Sane, sane, sane -- let go of all earthly pain
Wane, wax, wax, wane, laughter swoops us all away
Until we ponder:
Will it always be like this?
Never knew what I would miss
All this from Lisa's dark kiss?
Thought my best friend wanted to kill us
One day I found myself running through nameless halls
Seeing shapes but not knowing the essence of what they are
What they are, what they are, who am I?
As lines, lines, lines make corners stretching so high, high, high, high...
At the ceiling they diverge, I....
I'm running, running, running, running from something I don't understand
I'm longing, longing, longing for a grand escape
What I want, deep down I know
Find the stream and let it flow The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
The streets of LA are empty, Oh....
Copyright 2004 Beau Phillips
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