Things Change from Spiritual Horses by Cephalophore

Hands clasped together to weather the snow
Heart pounds each aching measure to not go it alone
Hoods drawn and tethered to better face the cold
And frighten off the devils of an unrelenting world
In the spring on my life it seemed everything was fine
In pleasure's presence we dined and love flowed like wine
You and he together to treasure the sweet binds
Of friends and lovers no other was ever left behind
The streets were our comforts boulevards were a plaything
Tapestries of sewer covers hula-hoop with a bee-sting
In bliss we are smothered stay true to you feelings
As spring turns into summer humid hues of the clouds sing
Junebugs in gestation incubating a fresh youth
That knows more of confidence than it cares of truth
A mighty tree won't grow without layin' down its roots
Beckon me to come and taste forbidden fruit

CHORUS:
Running through the forest with wolves on our tracks
If I slipped and fell behind would you stop and look back
Through the shifting of the seasons it all seems so strange
You tell me that you love me I tell you things change

Racing towards the solstice kindred souls brace for impact
A prayer inside your heart that you star will stay intact
Trepidation you're debating the price patience exacts
Afraid that a broken heart will always show its cracks
Summon strength to struggle for the love that you need
Soul infliction you must muzzle the convictions you bleed
When she laughs your fear retracts goddamn now you see
In hidden colours names carved into trees
Love and laughter that you're after meets you down by the fire
To be together's all that matters with a dash of desire
Serenity and comfort that sweet July acquired
Tore Lucifer asunder Seraphs forming a choir
In the heat of summer ice could not reach my heart
Others may grow old and die but we would not be apart
A path to paradise our quest seemed only at its start
September's drawing flies provides a canvass for black art

CHORUS

Autumn weaves a wreath of worry upon a furrowed brow
For sheathes of wheat will surely be tread before the plow
The depths of desperation that every heart endows
Will not wait until tomorrow for all we have is now
Months filled with laughter until silence they stray
Blue skies of youth soon fade to mute grey
Kisses burn to cinders as bitter years old sway
Temples of resentment built from things you won't say
A box of unsent sentiments and tender rhymes
Yellowing reminders fill out the tear stained lines
To think that you've held on for all this time
But you should have told her while she was alive

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