| MISS KUENZIE This song is about the various passions in life. Some feel deeply about some things and some people, often at the expense of others. Sometimes, the only way for one to achieve even a glimpse of his own passions is to compromise those of others. Our own conflicting halves of selfishness and compassion are waging a constant war, and although it may seem like it at times, neither side ever has the other completely vanquished. Take it as you will, it's just a song. Crooked paths are walked on Back and forth across vined floor Me thinks it not such fine way To meet up with fate. Fair brilliant colors Fly in hand, side face side. Blood it pours upon mother's breast. Run to race the fall of night Chase the sun's sight. Sweet songs with hands in air Catch a piece of falling sky So why can't you run along the river bends Climb across the cliffs climb over To cry on a stranger's shoulder Seems bolder than running away Again and again til your legs fall spread apart I swear it'd take angels To dig us out of our own dark hole Trip and fall behind the fall of night Lends self well to such mythical fight Three brothers gazed upon God's fairest star And those brothers saw wars of constellations Hunter hunts it Dragon buries away The virgin takes as her own. Dark clouds reign and cover the star Proof enough to three brothers prove wrong So listen through the storm Fire bursts the sun Raining blood upon us. How could you Sleep through the revolution? For what were you wating?-- It's changing, but you and me -- We still look quite the same I swear it's take angels flying overhead Save us. |