tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141009492011-04-21T19:38:25.329-07:00Stephen Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10218479747214444629noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14100949.post-1122013010287673062005-07-21T23:07:00.000-07:002005-07-21T23:16:50.290-07:00It's through the looking glass again<br />That's how it's always been<br />The way you looked at me<br />Another day goes quickly by<br />You think it's black and white<br />But really all you see is grey<br /><br />It was a mystery to me<br />How you couldn't see<br />The truth that was inside<br />But then I saw that you were blind<br />Believing in your lie<br />To make your own reality<br /><br />And what you think you see in me(And what you see in me)<br />Is what you see in you(Is what you see in you)<br /><br />You try and read between the lines<br />To get into our minds<br />There's nothing more than meets the eye<br />We wear our hearts out on our sleeve<br />And we are told to leave<br />Mourning in out ashes<br /><br />I wonder if it was pretend<br />That you were once my friend<br />And there was freedom in the Grace<br />Could you so quickly forget<br />The love when we first met<br />And cannot look upon my face<br /><br />And what you think you see in me(And what you see in me)<br />Is what you want to see(Is what you wanna see)<br /><br />[Bridge]<br />And I can't say goodbye<br />Here I come to die<br />This is not the end<br />Parting here, my friend<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14100949-112201301028767306?l=poorreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stephen Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10218479747214444629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14100949.post-1120191575843947212005-06-30T21:19:00.000-07:002005-07-01T12:40:33.476-07:00There's mutiny on this ship<br />And so here's to jumping<br />Jumping to a river that<br />Can't promise anything better<br />It's like a prostitute<br />And her revealing clothes<br />It's all about the money<br />And I've laid the money down<br />Yeah I've laid my money down<br />To see what's behind<br />loosely locked doors<br />She'd loose it all for a dime<br />But I dump it out like liquid through my hands<br /><br />Yeah and I jump<br />Cause it's not about what's best<br />It's about what's better<br /><br />Here we go<br />Crashing through doors<br />Doors like a woman<br />Who's let too many in<br />But can't stop cause she loves sin<br />And it's easy you know<br />It's easy to get lost in all of this<br />Yeah I hate it<br />But I love sin<br />And so sinkings easy<br />It's the drowning that's hard<br /><br />DROWN me<br />And let me awake<br />Awake like a baby who's seen it's mother for the first time<br />O how Glorious!<br />How wonderful it is<br />To look into that lovely face<br />It's the face that makes angels sing<br />It's the face of the redeemed<br />And it's not because of anything I have done<br />It's who I've come to see -<br />That makes me redeemed<br />From this horrible mutiny that wages it's war in me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14100949-112019157584394721?l=poorreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stephen Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10218479747214444629noreply@blogger.com1