In reckless moments something went
From being to born to being spent
In words it came had soon been said
To watch beyond the grasses
A yellow blush of gaping sky
Had opened all the calloused eyes
To study it and realize
The glare behind the lashes
The assassins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
Now every poem I feel the air
If bending in a woman's care
With emerald eyes and golden hair
New lips for every morning
Around somewhere beyond the sphere
Is making future children fear
The thought of ever coming here
As a witness to the murder
The assasins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
A hold of distant fabled prones
Through every ear in quarter tones
And boils the marrow in your bones
As violent tongues are lashing
The scope of hating every step
The trampled faith, the angels wept
The only vision that was left
Is in the corner laughing
Oh, the assassins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
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In reckless moments something went
From being to born to being spent
In words it came had soon been said
To watch beyond the grasses
A yellow blush of gaping sky
Had opened all the calloused eyes
To study it and realize
The glare behind the lashes
The assassins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
Now every poem I feel the air
If bending in a woman's care
With emerald eyes and golden hair
New lips for every morning
Around somewhere beyond the sphere
Is making future children fear
The thought of ever coming here
As a witness to the murder
The assasins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
A hold of distant fabled prones
Through every ear in quarter tones
And boils the marrow in your bones
As violent tongues are lashing
The scope of hating every step
The trampled faith, the angels wept
The only vision that was left
Is in the corner laughing
Oh, the assassins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
From being to born to being spent
In words it came had soon been said
To watch beyond the grasses
A yellow blush of gaping sky
Had opened all the calloused eyes
To study it and realize
The glare behind the lashes
The assassins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
Now every poem I feel the air
If bending in a woman's care
With emerald eyes and golden hair
New lips for every morning
Around somewhere beyond the sphere
Is making future children fear
The thought of ever coming here
As a witness to the murder
The assasins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
A hold of distant fabled prones
Through every ear in quarter tones
And boils the marrow in your bones
As violent tongues are lashing
The scope of hating every step
The trampled faith, the angels wept
The only vision that was left
Is in the corner laughing
Oh, the assassins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
Writer: Daniel Romano
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management