Masterpieces scattered not well spoken Yet still undertaken Tiny streams of orchestration Flow into this fisheye car ride Leaning close to catch his good side Tiny streams
scattered not well spoken yet still undertaken tiny streams of orchestration flow into this fisheye car ride leaning close to catch his good side tiny streams
live long enough to look back On the years, the sweet tears of joy and laughter That's all that really matters In this tiny life, such a tiny life Sometimes
of those who have sliced the throats of their razors to see a stream of revolution spill off the tiles and into the mountains of that tiny land we call
like This I turned them down flat Singin some bullshit about a cheerleader what do I care bout that? A shark and a tooth and a snowbird to spare Spread your tiny
the wind, it cries Mary The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow and shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags down stream
To clutch at life, as in a dream, To cling to the bubbles in it, As the man, the straw, the stream, Are eddies of the infinite. Artificial desperation
floor I grab it's tongue and tear it out Dead meat for me. I can't believe How much this baby is bleeding It's tiny stumps pours out more Than it's dead
Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night, holy night Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream
And the wind, it cries Mary The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags down stream
A tiny turned up nose, two cheeks just like a rose So sweet from head to toe, that little girl of mine I had gone to visit the grave of a friend of mine
to tiny, hidden room inside Let the demons walk in, let the graves of time be sealed ...And whole earth falls asleep Once abundant stream, now dries
Hello you tiny cardboard box with matches inside. Hello you wooden match. Hello the light you provide. You keep me warm. you keep me safe. You know that
to wrist Says tomorrow comes, hold on a while My mother tosses in the sheets And dreams me holding my own child My sister plays our homemade tapes Laughs as tears, stream
limestone-white structures hold our marrow. As in marine animals that swim free. (But we're) separated, through tiny variations along time's arrow.
My tears were flowing down to the ground a sad stream of silver is a mournin' mans gold And where the seeds of sorrow soon were found a flower of light
sit and stare into the night and contemplate forever Slip away into your dreams, conclude that we may never Out and past the harbour where the sharks dream (stream
Water, tiny at first then bigger And it flowed right down from the highest hill And it grew and it joined the battling burn And it flowed right through