I drink cheep chardonnay as i walk the streets
with beer feet late at night...
All around the outside edges
Those edges of the mirror...
What makes a man but his character?
But when the very innermost dark secrets betrays...
On high steep rocks within the winds forlorn,
Greeted by sun, guarded by angel eyes...
If I could sing,
It would be songs for your heart...
Hands ripple
with wrinkles...
A woman of beautiful mind is always surrounded by...
respect follows her wherever she goes...
Your aura lights the black bottom of the ocean,
fills the hungriest hearts, reflects the beauty...
Eons of subtle
Variations...
Spanish.
Esta noche caigo...
For long my people have waited,
time has passed, now screen trespass...
My memories are disappearing,
From inside of me. My life is full...