kevin browne

Roses Grow A Thorn Of Love.

Take a walkover civilisation, take a chance on a PhD
And a human loves over life, look back and just see
Concrete buildings and the powerful pyramid plague
Diced up the number to love, diced up another game.

To explore dimensions and dream a heart\'s on fire
Open up a smile, a temptation and forget the liars
Change the aggression now, tenderness to touch
Change into forests of trees and trust in their love.

Smell the Daisy flower in the garden, stay glorious
Roses grow a thorn of love, love can be dangerous
Up over mountains high enough, open up the clock
Daffodils sway to a sound of windy glow, don\'t stop.

Milk carts, Carriage wagons, the have and have nots
Whilst starving is harder rather than what you\'ve got
Although a pretty penny or two is more than enough
You\'ll discover the change in life where life is tough.

Enough for wealth to despite most deals every hour
As the nightly silence of pavements talks to a flower
To face underneath your heart, to face what\'s inside
The forces unnoticed stood still, the invisible blind

Transient fixations which work until, until it\'s clear
Far-fetched as the meadows grow, love to adhere
Seen in plenty of water without the leaps of frogs
Amsterdam to coffee shop wearing good old clogs.

The world once again has been flattened, no ideas
Run from the choking desire to let go of your tears
Chance often enough dictates, dictates the honours
Where she was standing to collect in all her flowers.

Tears were then broken, never let go of a direction
Therein one place of people, peaceful congregation
We danced through the night, a night to remember
As the night slowly dims down to return to sender.

And the remembrance to demand in willing gift
Where some birds fly alongside a beautiful swift
Conclusions conclude with collisions from afar
Looking up to see the most beautiful of the stars.

The Earth wonders about all of its greatness
The pain of the killer created all of this mess
The Earth wonders about all of what\'s missing
The pain of the killer missed out on the kissing.

And if you can just think, don\'t you ever speak
Or if you are lost inside, make a world speech
To remember the flowers, remember the grave
Silence smiles with a sounding refection of brave.

Governed by the rules of confliction, let rows go
Intentions, intentions, intentions of moving slow
Wherever you go, wherever you love, love true
Dice up the score with loving hearts all over you.