SPEAKING OF INCURABLES

Don’t need to walk abroad to hear the silent speech
Whispering a stern creed in a homeless vigil
And a laugh flowing as a small retort, what we do is what we get

Projected outward in utter darkness among sighs and groans

Doesn’t matter to get lost, it happens in the purchase of a personal way
The danger takes upon us to reconcile, doesn’t matter to get lost

It happens in the purchase of a personal way
The danger takes upon us to reconcile
In favor (reasonable) of which part we must be judge

Prevailing underneath the mud a journey of rare device might happen
While skies are cold and misty
Don’t need to walk abroad to hear the silent speech
Whispering a stern creed in a homeless vigil
And a laugh flowing as a small retort

Doe, doe, doe, doesn’t matter to get lost
It happens in the purchase of a personal way
Affording rash storms, drooping down, the danger takes upon us
To reconcile in favor of which part we must be judge
And the sky exhale it back again, skies are cold and misty

It happens in the purchase of a personal way
The danger takes upon us to reconcile, a journey of rare device
In favor of which part we must be judge

Whispering a stern creed in a homeless vigil
And a laugh flowing as a small retort
This is the last, last summer, arriving to the end
This is the last, last summer, I think you understand

To reconcile in favor of which part we must be judge
Affording rash storms and the sky exhale it back again
Drooping down any pilgrimage

It happens in the purchase of a personal way
This is the last, last summer, I think you understand
This is the last, last summer, I think you understand
This is the last, last thunder

08/09/2010