back home I have plenty of my own, my own Tell me something distant sister If I found my dream and kissed her Would this vision of perfection Turn into my own reflection
it all Gorge of night, unseen woods Shadows cast out, purgatory winds Desert moans a silent scream Nightmares hunting the innerself Visions reflections
silent scream A scream that's born from sorrow I never did write that love song The words just never seemed to flow Now sad in reflection did I gaze
I remember those princes and wenches He tries to tell me reality took over my soul The walls behind which I wish to dream Are coming down Those princes
Back on the corner I'm singing the blues I can see my reflection In the shine of your shoes Like Momma used to say No news is good news And I'm back
He is a scaled biped A true killing machine With two horns upon his head and a lashing tail He has claws akin to steel And a reflective carapace He'
that the unions will never learn It says here the economy is on the upturn And it says here we should be proud that we are free And our free press reflects
-seater It's either, move accordin' or, lose an organ It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya Pimp to poet, from prince
Varnished weeds in window jars Tarnished beads on tapestries Kept in satin boxes are Reflections of love's memories Letters from across the seas Roses
be here There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick
you and me The miracle of being Reflection on the water Your face is still as night Staring like a curse in the frozen light The prince of hidden treasure
down and died. And the light of the glowing day was reflected by the silvery blade of a wonderfulk weapon. The sword of Sagon, ha ha ha ha. Prince of
WHERE LIGHT NO MORE SHINES. MY EYES REFLECT YOUR FLAME. FOREVER I WILL REMAIN. I AM THE ONE, LET ME BE YOUR SON A PRINCE OF EVIL, FATHER. I AM THE ONE
Golden tiles and golden lines Reflections blinding me I see your eyes like mirror blinds The only thing I see Hands across a cotton tie The hands that
(Dolly Parton) She stands before the mirror Smiles at her reflection Striking sexy poses in the glass She paints her lips a brilliant red Piles her
snowstorm in front of thirteen black brilliants candles reflecting under my eyes, and letting reappear the Medieval visions of my ancient empire. Prince
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines The light at the ends of the bottle alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection