lyrics
Muse
January 1, 2002
Her eyes are spirit-torches smoking with her rage
Her touch the scarlet razor bleeding words onto the page
Her voice a siren enchanting thoughts out of the dark
Her kiss is a gift that can ignite your soul with a spark
I wait within this cell for something I can use Hazel-eyed Muse
The scythe-like moon cuts through the sky, her reflection blazes Mischievous ghosts of dreamscape have all been freed from their cages On the wings of the Sunbird I search for her treasured spawn I can only sense her essence and discern the echo of her song
Her thoughts are like a flaming tongue dancing upon my fuse Hazel-eyed Muse
Out of the darkness of my imagination Into the sunlight of my creation
I wait within this cell for something I can use Hazel-eyed Muse
The scythe-like moon cuts through the sky, her reflection blazes Mischievous ghosts of dreamscape have all been freed from their cages On the wings of the Sunbird I search for her treasured spawn I can only sense her essence and discern the echo of her song
Her thoughts are like a flaming tongue dancing upon my fuse Hazel-eyed Muse
Out of the darkness of my imagination Into the sunlight of my creation
j.Wilford 2002