Somebody once said there's nothing new here
Under the sun its all the same
No one can find anything of worth here
If we're all just playing a pointless game
...
A moment, please, a moment
Just one is all I need
A moment just to show you
exactly how I bleed
...
What is it old friend?
Somehow you must explain
There has to be a way
You can let me in again
...
A knocking, knocking at the door
A tapping, tapping on the floor
A whisper at the keyhole
'Is there anyone at home? '
...
The time has come again, my friend
The time has come again
To hide behind a porcelain face
Do what you can to erase all trace
...
Verse: 1
I'm tied down here to the weight of this life
But soon there will come a day
And when that time comes to cut my kite strings
...
[A song for my wife... I love her.]
Verse one:
The dying flame is burning down
...
I've opened up the gateway to my heart
My blood flows forth to the floor before you
The contents of my soul, pooled befoure your feet
The truth in it's entirety. All that I have left.
...
Hold on tight, Don't let it fade
Though you hear them call your name
A few more stolen moments
and you'll be set to face the day
...
To hearts alike,
Two hearts alike
is what I call a chase
A search in vain
...
Something is turning through the air,
around and around,
an echo, lonley,
traveling to and fro searching,
...
Together we can make it past
Only if this moment lasts
Melting down those fragile hours
Meliciously the time's devoured
...
Tommy Dean LoMaglio grew up and resides in Upstate New York. He is in a successful band called Paid In Full. He writes much of the lyrics along with poetry. He enjoys any criticism... good or bad...)
Vanity
Somebody once said there's nothing new here
Under the sun its all the same
No one can find anything of worth here
If we're all just playing a pointless game
Our works and toils earn us nothing more than worthless vanaties
We quest for crowns of kings, search for finer things
But find tarnish and rust
Silver and gold we can't ever hold, They're chasings after the wind
To taste all that is sweet becomes out only feat
But on our tounges is only dust.
Wow, Tommy these are great! ! ! ! Miss you guys!