Take all your dreams and hopes from the table,
stuff in a plastic bag of dissent.
Sending you evil eyes,
through darkening skies,
convenient lies
and throw it all on the floor with a stroke
and i regret what I have said
the feeling was but now its dead
but even so, we all fade into oblivion
live while you can, live while you can.
Enchanted.
Holding you in my hand like a caught snail
awaiting the fragile flesh to come through
seeing you start with fear
as i touch you here my Guinevere
and putting it all aside as a joke
And i regret..
Time is running, loud and clear
through the days that you are here
in an endless spark
the end is coming to us all
time is running loud and clear
© 1998 Winn Nielsen