The Sun Dogs II: Coda-Rose Windows

[ti:The Sun Dogs II: Coda] [ar:Rose Windows] [al:The Sun Dogs] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Sun Dogs II: Coda - Rose Windows [00:17.92]The secret arranged in fading light [00:21.56] [00:22.32]Drifts beneath those moving lips [00:26.66]Surpassing televisionary musings [00:32.59] [00:35.52]The harrowing clips of vicious mouths [00:40.07]Feeding off twice used silver spoons [00:43.83] [00:44.39]Alludes to an elemental loss of engagement [00:50.06] [00:53.02]The lights are dying slowly now within [00:57.91]The pull of moving trains [01:01.34] [01:01.89]In come the devils of day light and [01:05.61]The mention of unnamely names [01:10.15]The ghost within the shattered woman [01:14.27]Crying out for youth and grace [01:18.81]Wishing she had a momentary change [01:23.65]Within her scowling face [01:26.73] [02:00.87]As time passes between our wheels [02:05.03]In yellow stripes and blackened stones [02:08.83]We remember those who made our [02:12.77]Lives and changed them [02:14.32] [02:17.64]The lovers who rustled like Autumn leaves [02:21.02] [02:21.77]The old man dining in his tomb [02:25.75]And the boys who raised their drinks in merriment [02:31.49] [02:33.99]With tiny movements of elegant lace that [02:38.59]Softly embrace your beautiful face [02:42.59]Ill climb into your royal chamber and [02:51.39]Lay upon my tired spine [02:55.58]And fall into the sweetest of slumbers [03:00.60] [03:07.86]Wake in my lucid mind of higher and higher [03:14.04]Rise above the burning flames of hell fire [03:21.72] [05:03.53]This could be our childhood dreams [05:07.61]Or what has lately seemed [05:11.41]The end of all sweet pleasantry you choose which [05:16.75] [05:19.76]The pressure is building slowly now [05:23.12] [05:23.67]But soon it will burn up the sky [05:27.82]As our hands are raised for win or loss [05:31.89]In hopes the guns will fall [05:35.49]And we'll go running to the temples [05:39.79]Where life is just a dollar sign [05:44.56]And raze the beast for all of his crimes and start anew