- Lyrics
- Album list
Michael McGuire
-
Rain in the Ocean
All the mysterious money of a dreamer's debt, Spent in pursuit of rain that isn't wet,
From the garden of Eden to apocalypse drawn and drained,
Jealous millionaires count the drops every time it rained,
And pointless fortunes raise the sea level's ego, And she follows mocking direction which ever way we go,
The meaning of light consumed in the definition of darkness,
Like a ghost fits the frame of an ideal carcass.
The mothers milk of the babies cry,
The heartbeat of Heaven pumps the blood of the sky,
A window to the soul of superficial saviors,
The ruins of payday where paradise labors,
It's the difference between a fix and an overdose in a junkie's vein,
- It's how a cradle of clouds turns into an ocean of rain -
Brush is just the body; color the soul of the paint, Yet we worship the deeds of this superfluous saint,
In that crucifixion of sleep where the dream gets a little to real,
And we lip sync the alphabet and kiss becomes kill.
The clock of an idea spends the time of money, Rain is the spice of the watered down honey.
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And monuments of rain spread the ocean's cancer,
It's a hungry destiny draped in the weather's disguise,
It's a dream of a question and a dictionary of an answer,
The axis dislocated; the whole plot turns weather-wise,
Tomorrow puts up with the petty demands of today,
In a transfusion of sterility means become a whore to the end,
Will has been sacrificed to the way,
But this new weather pattern is just following the radar's trend,
While the history of banks brilliantly told in subway hieroglyphics,
The code of all fortunes lie in the market flux of the rain,
And the teller she fondles the hands on clash of specifics,
And makes plans for her spiritual-tax-exempt-merger with Cain.
A cloud is feeding its thirst over the ocean, Crystals of essence divine and fortunes unfolded, The wind fills its kitchen and confers its stirring motion,
And the god of tides is summoned and metamorphicly molded.
From a beach a teller's eyes sees the waste of rain in the ocean,
But a dreamer sees the difference between the debt and the loan.
-
|
