beam words & music: s. graham karen lights a candle holds it upright towards the sky then blows it out reads a magic message from herself can't remember what it's about blames her mother blames her father for her lack of faith in life and love and god and such once said she wants to rule the world doesn't really care that much randall writes a scandal rolls it uptight before his mind can slap his hand best he keep that magic message high above the candle moon then drop its weathered prophecy three steps before the end he's hoping that he'll be remembered among the righteous of his schemes to commemorate himself he sips a teardrop of his dreams how permanent's a whisper to initials on a tree what proof is there beyond a stare that anyone can see and we make believe that our thoughts must be mistakes and we avoid ourselves no matter what it takes when you feel something; beam or an oracle toss me through the sky and I will dig beneath a cloud and then scream aloud "seems to be our world is buried right below another world or could it be they're both the same but one is just too proud." be it better for the whisper. be it better for the scream but we'd better light the candle; place the moon back on its beam and is that question enough to make you blush don't I really care that much? |