We all wish we could drown to ashes
In that Lake of Fire
Because we're swamped in a bottle of aged desire
And we pour or sins over ice
So that we can numb our impurities
And toss our heads back
To forget our infidelity.
There's a wallflower in my life.
Oh how I wish she was dead.
She's another result
Of a letter never sent.
I try to forget,
But it's stuck in my head:
This wallflower is my father's kid.
My hands are for healing
They will never clench out of anger
Or wrap around you neck
Never put you in danger;
They will ease your pain
Mend your cuts and bruises
Brush your tears away;
My hands are for healing.
Wishing on a lone star
Praying that is sees you
Hoping that the same
Flame that's burning
Thousands of miles away
Burns in you.
And if there are any
Life forms in space
They see your light shining
Wishing on a lone star.