Von Being as an Ocean. I've closed my eyes to dream. Dull my senses in over-sweet wine.
I won't buy what they've always tried to sell me. Please support the artists by purchasing related recordings and merchandise. How could you have looked and seen anything but compassion? Real connection is dying. Self-conscious and weak. Has the whole world's blood gone cold? Being As An Ocean Lyric Quotes. 507 people have seen Being as an Ocean live. Lyrics: Dear G-D: Dear G-D. What then prompts the heart of stone? You still succumbed to boredom, you let the pictures fade.
Writer(s): Joel Jovan Quartuccio, Tyler William Ross. We all have suffered. Everything you were made to be. About how this man you see. There was still so much left to say to you.
I won't abide an atrophied soul. Left me so much to live up to. So you can watch it bleed. Waiting For Morning To Come. Loving for the sake of loving.
That this tiny vessel could ever endure such violent weather. Wherein a soul's true fortune is made. Cause there has to be something better than this. So every time I pick up a mic. Withered from inaction. Exercise of faith will be the safest where there is a clear determination summarily to reject all that is contrary to Truth and Love. We're still trying to do our best without you. I see it as purely benevolent.
Somewhere I feel safe. Sanctuary, belonging. Don't be tossed by life's storms. Even The Dead Have Their Tasks. I've got a long way to go before I see your face. If cunning was our birthright. So gather close, circle round. Fear giving license to the words falling from your mouth. Such desperation in embrace. I'd rather run into the wild, experience the wind, the cold. Focus our ambitions selfishly.
You're painless and sure in a hospital bed. Forgetting Is Forgiving The I. The Hardest Part Is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget: The Hardest Part Is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget. Watch it bleed [2x].
Cause maybe you've just never heard. Nothing, Save the Power They're Given. Ain't Nobody Perfect. Even as the tree grows out of the heart of stone. Fear only fuels the hate. I've lost track of what is love and which is hate. Please Father, pull me to my feet. Oh, how we abuse our imaginations!
The butterflies I'd felt.