And always will be,
Please change the tune Mr. Storyteller,
I'm tired of the melancholy,
The heart's the realm of the love dweller,
That's the only place where he can truly be free,
I think you're onto something there Mr. Storyteller,
Keep telling that story to me.
Don't stop Mr. Storyteller, don't let silence,
Overshadow my existence,
When you speak I feel,
A part of something real,
Don't let me fall Mr. Storyteller back to that illusion,
Tha insincere, superficial pollution,
That keeps me chained down and bound,
Please don' t let it go out, your beautiful sound.
A man with thought's always the game's best player,
Though he may not always appear to win,
You speak the truth Mr. Storyteller,
Go ahead I'm listening to every word you're saying,
We're all nothing more than a dove's feather,
At one time or another we'll all fall,
Just like a feather, Mr. Storyteller,
I'm falling down through it all.
Your words, are like drugs to me,
Beautiful and compelling rhapsody,
It's happening, sex in my mind,
I hear the freedom bells clearly as they chime,
Oh, charished confusion and mayhem,
A place I'd long to be at, but never been,
With dying black, and nuptial white adorned,
I'm existing once again, I'm a newborn.