tackleberry
War Child
STILL
The water's dried up
The sky is full
The horses tied up
They're ringing the bell
The planets aligned
The spirit a shuttle
To the left is paradise
And I'm still in hell
The mountain's peaked
The valley is drawn
The night is streaked
With the last pastel
The fireworks freak-out
On your front lawn
I'm drifting on a cloud
But still in hell
I see you waltzing above me
In a pool of light
Your colors cover me
Like a voodoo spell
I know its kind of silly
I know its a part of life
How something so heavenly
Could be so hell
The water's dried up
The sky is full
The horses tied up
They're ringing the bell
The planets aligned
The spirit a shuttle
To the left is paradise
And I'm still in hell
The mountain's peaked
The valley is drawn
The night is streaked
With the last pastel
The fireworks freak-out
On your front lawn
I'm drifting on a cloud
But still in hell
I see you waltzing above me
In a pool of light
Your colors cover me
Like a voodoo spell
I know its kind of silly
I know its a part of life
How something so heavenly
Could be so hell