"It Smells Like Silence"

a song:

1) It smells like silence The kind where no one cares Your clothes are filled with the fragrance of someone who left If I wash them for you will the memories be removed? Or has all the fighting that suffocates the loving worn the deeper groove?

2) It smells like silence and isn't silence cold? the ribbons have unraveled no future to hold A hint of life discarded you packed and sent away tidy little sentiments of warmer days

Break: I suppose I could wash these clothes and no one will ever know Only you ... for the fragrance will be gone But then there's all that silence left behind miles of better dreams and saner songs mingled with the scenes of loveless eyes

It smells like silence the kind where no one cares.

"Mystie"

a song:

1) There are places that you've never been to There are spaces where you'll never go There are passions waiting to be lived yet Mystie I know

chorus: Mystie I know (four times in background) When the rain falls cold on my shoulder Mystie I know (three times)

2) Vacant eyes hold tears that rest silent faces scatter a child needs to grow and the wounded continue their struggle Mystie I know

chorus

"I Grasp A Circle"

(a song)

I touch the wind inside my eyes I grasp a circle and I hold it tight I close the door and I form a simple key to keep me in here and you out there

If there are other circles to the day better memories on display will you help me to unwind them? I'm bound to see them don't you think If I ponder on the moment long enough

Does time cease do memories?

You may not use my memories You may not misconstrue because as they're unfolded they are me of course and not you ******************************************* The song above was taken from a poem I wrote, these are the missing lines of the poem

If I allow the most quiet comment If I hand over even for a moment my memories to be changed by yours I will not even have this moment or this circle to enclose and you know... how many dreams can we allow in when so few come true?

"Speak Of The Devil"

a song:

a song:

1) Where do you go when you're not with me? Who do you see when you're not seeing me? Who do you smile at with those eyes... that I wish I never knew?

2) Who grew the flowers in the vase on your table? Who props your pillow and strokes all your moods? Who is the one you stare off in the distance to? Who is the one you leave here for?

Chorus: I weave a little token a blanket made of smoke as the colors touch each other I remember the fire

3) Who do I run to when the road leads black? Where do I surface when hell freezes over? Bleeding out passions that I knew once Well... speak of the devil Sphere of the devil oh Babe it's you