I was walking thru the forest
One cold and dreary morn
My heart sick with jealousy
And memories I need no more
No I could never kill a man
But I would do him harm
Knowing that you're there
Lying in his arms
My flesh was ripped and torn
By the bramble and the thorn
I was lost but well-prepared
To offer up my soul
Because the greater misery
Is to live with what I know
The moon concealed by April's storm
No bearing I could find
Until I fell into a clearing
And a road I recognized
I was far
Far from my home
Further from her smile
Not sure if I would return
Or just lay down and die
As I stood in Phaedra's Meadow
Well the dawn did break the sky
And from the highest up in heaven
The Weaving Star fell into my eyes
1 | Northern Sky |
2 | Pink moon |
3 | From The Morning |
4 | Things Behind The Sun |
5 | Way To Blue |
6 | Cocaine Blues |
7 | Free Ride |
8 | Fly |
9 | Fruit Tree |
10 | The Thoughts Of Mary Jane |