06. Jesus Was A Cross MakerSweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flyin’ low for me
One time I trusted a stranger
'Cuz I heard his sweet song
And it was gently enticin’ me
Tho there was somethin’ wrong
But when I turned he was gone
AbracadabraHere's to the man
Who forgot his way home
Who silently narrates
The confusion of his fight
He fears the great truth
That would free him with its mercy
He hates his own darkness
Crayon AngelsCrayon Angel songs are slightly out of tune
But I'm sure I'm not to blame.
Nothin's happened but I think it will soon,
So I sit here waitin' for God and a train,
To the Astral plane.
Magic rings I made have turned my finger green.
And my mystic roses died.
Jesus Was A Cross MakerSweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flyinâ low for me
One time I trusted a stranger
'Cuz I heard his sweet song
And it was gently enticinâ me
Tho there was somethinâ wrong
But when I turned he was gone
Jesus Was A CrossmakerSweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
One time I trusted a stranger
'cause I heard his sweet song
And it was gently enticing me
Though there was something wrong
When I turned he was gone
Lady-OWhile you sit and seek a crescent moon
Is layin' at your feet
With hope that's made of sand
You don't think you can
But you have held it all in your hand
Lady-O
I've been tryin' hard to keep from needin' you
My Man On LoveOne star remains in the false darkness,
Have you met my man on love?
One truth survives death's silent starkness.
Have you met my man on love?
No sorrow is like yours my friend,
Though silence is your tomb.
I'd take your every agony to