The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean.
So rest your head and read a treasured dream.
I care for no one else but you.
I tear my soul to cease the pain.
I think maybe you feel the same,
What can we do?
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do.
So I've been writing just for you.

They say your life is going very well.
They say you sparkle like a different girl.
But something tells me that you hide
When all the world is warm and tired.
You cry a little in the dark,
Well so do I.
I'm not quite sure what you're supposed to say,
But I can see it's not okay.

He makes you laugh.
He brings you out in style.
He treats you well
And makes you up real fine.
And when he's strong,
He's strong for you.
And when you kiss
It's something new.
But did you ever call my name
Just by mistake?
I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do.
So I'll just write some love to you.

I bless you madly
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of you I need to rest,
Because it's you that sets the test.

So much has gone and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear,
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter.

"I gave Them all life,
I gave Them all.
They drained my very soul�dry.
I crused my heart to ease Their pains
No thought for me remains there.
Nothing can They spare
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy.
I opened doors that would have blocked Their way.
I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay.
I ravaged at my finance just for Those,
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility.
Those who said a new world, new ways ever free.
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me."

I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of You I need to rest, oh yes,
Because it's You that sets the test.

So much has gone and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory until dream, where all is God and God is just a word.
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"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had.
Not of the best of me, but Ours.
We're used to him.
We let him use his powers
We let him fill Our needs.
Now We are strong.

And the road is coming to its end.
Now the damned have not time to make amends,
No purse of token fortunes stands in Our way.
The silent guns of love will blast the sky.

We broke the ruptured structure built of age.
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage.
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers,
Sons of dirt.

Infiltrated business cesspools,
Hating through Our sleeves,
Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor on slogans as:

'Wish You Could Hear'
'Love Is All We Need'
'Kick Out The Jams'
'Kick Out Your Mother'
'Cut Up Your Friend'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End'

And We Know the Flag of Love is from Above.
And We Can Force You to Believe."

And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain,
For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain,
For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain,
It said:
"I Believe in the Power of Good.
I Believe in the State of Love.
I Will Fight For the Right to be Right.
I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right."

And I opened my eyes to look around,
And IU see a child laid slain on the ground
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows,
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command.
But not hearing anymore-
Not hearing anymore,
Just the shrieks from the old rich.

And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls 'Now.'
And I want to Believe
That a light's shining through,
Somehow.

And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
And We Want to Live
Oh, We Want to Live

We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live

I want to Live
I want to Live
I want to Live
I want to Live
I want to Live

Live
Live
Live

Oh my love, Janine
I'm helpless for your smile.
Like a Polish wanderer,
I travel ever onwards to your land.
And were it not just for the jewels I'd close your hand.

Your strange demand
To "collocate" my mind
Scares me into gloom.
You're too intense,
I'll have to keep you in your place.
I've no defense.
I've got to keep my veil on my face.

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well,
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face.

Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls,
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all.

You're fey, Janine,
A tripper to the last.
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I'll have a right to shout you down.
For you're a lazy stream
In which my thoughts would drown.

So stay, Janine,
And we can glide along.
I've caught your wings for laughs,
I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year.
So take your glasses off
And don't act so sincere.

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well,
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face

Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls,
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all.