Song | Traveling Eyes |
Artist | Willis Earl Beal |
Album | Experiments In Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We go racing to and fro’ | |
Back & forth we blow down hallways of time | |
The glow is coming from the north | |
While our 3rd & 4th screams chime in rhyme | |
When I detect the moonlight way | |
Parting fog down by the bay | |
I feel okay | |
Slow and easy they shall bathe | |
On the out-skirts of the maze under magic rays | |
The apprehension of the noon | |
Has given way and swayed buffoons to the evening’s kiss | |
Far from the fury of before | |
Much too weary to ignore I reminisce | |
There is no line except the curve | |
We will find the needed nerve to lose our breath | |
They’ll resign the use of words | |
And cease their dining from the herds that are left | |
But until then we’ll be the Zen | |
Our sleepy lenses to descend to silly moods | |
I don’t need to make amends | |
It will defend me when it’s windy and I’m nude | |
The reflected blueness on the sea | |
Reflects the truth of you & me | |
No voice can tell…..no no no | |
To be subdued by cooing breeze | |
And hear the rustling of the leaves is just, just as well | |
A reunion lost and long | |
All rights reserved, reversed the wrongs so old & new | |
We’re back before we can begin | |
For you my love I don’t intend to pursue | |
Despite our choices or decisions | |
Traveling Eyes won’t lose their vision |
We go racing to and fro' | |
Back forth we blow down hallways of time | |
The glow is coming from the north | |
While our 3rd 4th screams chime in rhyme | |
When I detect the moonlight way | |
Parting fog down by the bay | |
I feel okay | |
Slow and easy they shall bathe | |
On the outskirts of the maze under magic rays | |
The apprehension of the noon | |
Has given way and swayed buffoons to the evening' s kiss | |
Far from the fury of before | |
Much too weary to ignore I reminisce | |
There is no line except the curve | |
We will find the needed nerve to lose our breath | |
They' ll resign the use of words | |
And cease their dining from the herds that are left | |
But until then we' ll be the Zen | |
Our sleepy lenses to descend to silly moods | |
I don' t need to make amends | |
It will defend me when it' s windy and I' m nude | |
The reflected blueness on the sea | |
Reflects the truth of you me | |
No voice can tell.. no no no | |
To be subdued by cooing breeze | |
And hear the rustling of the leaves is just, just as well | |
A reunion lost and long | |
All rights reserved, reversed the wrongs so old new | |
We' re back before we can begin | |
For you my love I don' t intend to pursue | |
Despite our choices or decisions | |
Traveling Eyes won' t lose their vision |
We go racing to and fro' | |
Back forth we blow down hallways of time | |
The glow is coming from the north | |
While our 3rd 4th screams chime in rhyme | |
When I detect the moonlight way | |
Parting fog down by the bay | |
I feel okay | |
Slow and easy they shall bathe | |
On the outskirts of the maze under magic rays | |
The apprehension of the noon | |
Has given way and swayed buffoons to the evening' s kiss | |
Far from the fury of before | |
Much too weary to ignore I reminisce | |
There is no line except the curve | |
We will find the needed nerve to lose our breath | |
They' ll resign the use of words | |
And cease their dining from the herds that are left | |
But until then we' ll be the Zen | |
Our sleepy lenses to descend to silly moods | |
I don' t need to make amends | |
It will defend me when it' s windy and I' m nude | |
The reflected blueness on the sea | |
Reflects the truth of you me | |
No voice can tell.. no no no | |
To be subdued by cooing breeze | |
And hear the rustling of the leaves is just, just as well | |
A reunion lost and long | |
All rights reserved, reversed the wrongs so old new | |
We' re back before we can begin | |
For you my love I don' t intend to pursue | |
Despite our choices or decisions | |
Traveling Eyes won' t lose their vision |