how many of you know this one
who sleeps with a mind like this
full of the mess and mistakes
that it takes
to be a terrorist
or this one (same artist)
here i lie between the sheets of a lifetime
loving and lost within a world of my own
gathering thoughts, but every vision a sad one
gone with the wind before the answers are shown
never impressed but by the beauty of real things
always depressed, because depression is cheap
i cant afford to be a round when the bird sings
happy is sad when theres a world still asleep
wake up wake up
no need for any make up
heed before we break up and shatter in shame
sleepy, then my eyes are still weepy
sorrow will keep me, misery mame
future, a symphony to suita ya
no-one can refute your passion for peace
PEACE...ITS THE ONLY RELEASE