|written by Gary Marks © 2012 Marksland Entertainment|
In a life of wandering
Never cross a diamond mine
With too much money to burn
Walking into hunted lands
You may find there’s just too much to learn
Until you find yourself pleading
No more words. No more words
They can’t help us escape
Though we’ll never run out of things to say
A place, a place
Where no man is burdened anymore
Wisdom comes only when we stop the war
Is freedom found anywhere?
Is freedom everywhere?
Oh yeah, another paradox alarm
Frozen as the days fly
Like a painting in a frame
We remain imprisoned by our own hand
With the colors slowly changing
No more words
To define me
To tell me all about my dreams.
You know I’ll always dream of you anyway.
Gimme sun, gimme love,
Gimme messages from above
Tell me ‘bout all the things that words can’t say
“I love you”
On a page
without a kiss
Only we endure a crazy fate like this
Yeah words, swords, selling trinkets to the soul.
Trying to find salvation while we fight the world.
Hey love, real love, without the tears and lies
can you whisper something more than words this time
Hey love, an angel, with angels at your side
Can you whisper something more than words
. . . this time