God love and rest my soul With this sundown neverending The feel is gone yet you ain't gonna see me fail I am the decadence of your world I am an eider covered in oil Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore Tell me why No heart to cry Hang me high The music is dead, the amen is said The kiss of faith is what I beg A loving heart 'n soul for sale Tell me why... Leave me be And cease to tell me how to feel To grieve, to shield myself from evil Leave me be Od of lies is killing me Romanticide Till love do me part See me ruined by my own creations Leave me be And cease to tell me how to feel To grieve, to shield myself from evil Leave me be Od of lies is killing me Romanticide Till love do me part Dead Boy's alive but without sense I need a near-death experience Heart once bold Now turned to stone Perfection my messenger from hell Wine turns to water Campfires freeze, loveletters burn Romance is lost Lord, let me be wrong in this pain Temporary pain, eternal shame To take part in this devil's chess game Spit on me, let go, get rid of me And try to survive your stupidity

The nightingale is still locked in the cage The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs An old oak sheltering me from the blue Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves A catnap in the ghost town of my heart She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the Ride Raging harlequins, gigantic toys A song of me a song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me a verse in need Of a pure heart singing me to peace All that great heart lying still In silent suffering Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end What is left for encore Is the same old Dead Boy's song Song in silence Oh! A midnight flight into Covington Woods A princess and a panther by my side These are Territories I live for I'd still give my everything to love you more A song of me song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me verse in need Of a pure-heart singing me to peace All that great heart lying still In silent suffering Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end What is left for encore Is the same old Dead Boy's song Song in silence Sometimes the sky is a piano black Piano black over cleansing waters Resting pipes, verse of bore Rusting keys without a door Sometimes the within is piano black Piano black over cleansing waters All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

We live in every moment but this one Why don't we recognize the faces loving us so What's God if not the spark that started my life Smile of a stranger Sweet music, starry skies Wonder, mystery wherever my road goes Early wake-ups in a moving home Scent of fresh-mown grass in the morning-sun Open theme park gates waiting for Riding the day, every day into sunset Finding the way back home Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life The beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high It's hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead This moment the dawn of humanity The last ride of the day Wake up, Dead Boy Enter adventureland Tricksters, magicians will show you all that's real Careless jugglers, snake charmers by your trail Magic of a moment Abracadabra Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life The beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high It's hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead This moment the dawn of humanity The last ride of the day Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life The beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high It's hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead This moment the dawn of humanity The last ride of the day

I Want My Tears Back The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings Where is the wonder where's the awe Where's dear Alice knocking on the door Where's the trapdoor that takes me there Where's the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare Where is the wonder where's the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me I want my tears back I want my tears back now A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa Where is the wonder where's the awe Where's dear Alice knocking on the door Where's the trapdoor that takes me there Where's the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare Where is the wonder where's the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me Where is the wonder where's the awe Where's dear Alice knocking on the door Where's the trapdoor that takes me there Where's the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare Where is the wonder where's the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me I want my tears back I want my tears back now Where is the wonder where's the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me Where is the wonder where's the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me I want my tears back I want my tears back now

1.) Four Point Six Archaean horizon The first sunrise On a pristine Gaea Opus perfectum Somewhere there, us sleeping After sleeping through a hundred million centuries We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet Sparkling with color, bountiful with life Within decades we must close our eyes again Isn't it a noble An enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun To work on understanding the universe And how we have come to wake up in it? 2.) Life The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire A careless, cold infinity in every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars Bedding the tree of a biological holy Enter life The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth We are here to care for the garden The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful Every form most beautiful We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth 3.) The Toolmaker After a billion years The show is still here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past Atavistic dread of the hunted Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought The architecture of understanding The human lust to feel so exceptional To rule the Earth Hunger for shiny rocks For giant mushroom clouds The will to do just as you'd be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library We were here! We were here! We were here! We were here! 4.) The Understanding We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones Most people are never going to die Because they are never going to be born The potential people who could have been here in my place But who will in fact never see the light of day Outnumber the sand grains of Sahara Certainly those unborn ghosts include Greater poets than Keats Scientists greater than Newton We know this Because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA So massively exceeds the set of actual people In the teeth of these stupefying odds It is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here We privileged few Who won the lottery of birth against all odds How dare we whine at our inevitable return To that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? 5.) Sea-Worn Driftwood There is grandeur in this view of life With its several powers Having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one And that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on According to the fixed law of gravity From so simple a beginning Endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been And are being, evolved