Shy

One day you will be the one

to say I'm sick of empty fun

It means if your faith is strong

it means you are no longer astray...

See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun

And I want to get near so I can be clear

Soon I will merge with the one

Soon I will be with the love

One day when the lights turn green

There is no time... this love I thirst

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts

I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts

Soon I will merge with the one

Soon I will be with the love

One day when the light turns green

There is no time... this love I thirst

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts

I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts

(The Sister of Sleep)

He was thought of as strange... a good looking man

And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue

His views on death spread like two anecdotal tales

Although he, reclining, declining, to disclose in public...

These opinions in public; the tales held the key

Death is the surname of sleep, but the surname unknown to us

Sleep is the daily end of life; a small exercise in death

Which is it's sister, but not every brother and sister are equally close,

Giving to the enemy a small exercise in submission

And holding onto nothing

He was thought of as strange... a good looking man

And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue

His views on death...

One day you will be the one

to say I'm sick of empty fun

It means if your faith is strong

it means you are no longer astray...

See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun

And I want to get near so I can be clear

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts

I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts