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Hiding Hollow Eyes
She lives in a fantasy world
dreaming from within her pretend life
She told me I was the one
to be the father and she would be the wife
She fell asleep where the weaver wove
a dream of silk and softer skies
She lost her way and forgot my name
then turned away to hide her hollow eyes
I wanted so badly to believe this love
was more than mere fleeting dreams
I was willing to close my eyes
let the weaver sew me in between the seems
I would have made children with her
and been her San Franciscan Knight
I told her you can't turn left there
but that don't matter 'cos everything's alright
The hidden trouble was,
not a word from her was true and she never knew
The story in her was written
while she slept between breezes that never blew
The love she tried to give was a fever
escaping her pores in droplets of passionate sweat
The future we planned was all in the mind
of the wanton lover that I never met
Is he rich enough to recover
from the drain all your sucking will do to his wealth?
Is he young enough to discover
new love after he finds all was stolen using stealth?
Is he wise enough to realize
that before he's dead all his dreams have got to go?
Is he strong enough to take
the crushing blow when he learns all he don't really know?
dreaming from within her pretend life
She told me I was the one
to be the father and she would be the wife
She fell asleep where the weaver wove
a dream of silk and softer skies
She lost her way and forgot my name
then turned away to hide her hollow eyes
I wanted so badly to believe this love
was more than mere fleeting dreams
I was willing to close my eyes
let the weaver sew me in between the seems
I would have made children with her
and been her San Franciscan Knight
I told her you can't turn left there
but that don't matter 'cos everything's alright
The hidden trouble was,
not a word from her was true and she never knew
The story in her was written
while she slept between breezes that never blew
The love she tried to give was a fever
escaping her pores in droplets of passionate sweat
The future we planned was all in the mind
of the wanton lover that I never met
Is he rich enough to recover
from the drain all your sucking will do to his wealth?
Is he young enough to discover
new love after he finds all was stolen using stealth?
Is he wise enough to realize
that before he's dead all his dreams have got to go?
Is he strong enough to take
the crushing blow when he learns all he don't really know?
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