Tone Poem Lyrics & Chords By Third Face

In the sanctuary of private rhetoricy when a bustling crowd intrudes where rival ship meets no incentive to impale its reckless course (1? 2? 3? 4) where all is lulled to...read more

like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain we can fade away or start over again in a high five season in a cut-price land the southern cross don't shine on that invisible...read more

(Bennett Moran) Closing my eyes My spirit On the birth of a sunset Spirit Awareness Closing my eyes on the birth of a sunset My spirit is wandering free Sailing away like a...read more