Serj Tankian - Cinematic Piano Theme lyrics
[Serj Tankian - Cinematic Piano Theme lyrics]
Her eye
Her eyes, the sea at dusk
Sun curl golden hair radiant creator of life
Every turn, a procession
Fair summer beauty silky bird limbs and legs
Comic design, arduous life
She resides implanted, rooted
In my very existence
After the morrow, she will fly
Alone to her abode North, in the heavens
Where she first faced the sun
Chased the birds, laughed and sobbed
As the psychic feels a presence
I would like to feel her past
Taste her food
And love those that gave her life
Her eyes, the blue Mediterranean
With a phosphorous glow
Her hair, fine oriental silk
Drawn over her neck to one side
Like the curtains in the theatre
Drawn across a column
Before gallant presentation
Her lips, a field of berries
Flattering in the summer wind
Making love to the tune of a light
Warm heart playing Final Fantasy 7, was it
On the Playstation?
Her fancy, films and their production
As music, I concur
I wonder what she reads and what
Brings muse to her Heart?
Perhaps it’s TS elliot or Edgar Allan Poe
To start and an old dumb joke that a
Father’s daughter would take to heart
Perhaps she has fallen to the fears
And frustrations of Modern love i think not!
Her Celtic bark speaks of a superfluous power
And the feminine strength one can only
Find in flowers of the jungle
If I am mistaken let my words crumble
And I will remain as always, humble
- - -
Prenatal Familiarities
Devotion is focusing on the
Sound in every action life is rhythm
And it's fluidity is dependent on the Tempo
In harmonies we find unity in diversity
In harmonies we find prenatal familiarities
Our true voice is our true color, character
The consensus is a misguided
Body of census information
Though the tides seem to be slowly turning
In organizing true resistance to
Globalistic economic Totalitarianism
It might be too late to save man’s night
Remember the child of innocence resides
In the cool Gardens
Her eyes, the sea at dusk
Sun curl golden hair radiant creator of life
Every turn, a procession
Fair summer beauty silky bird limbs and legs
Comic design, arduous life
She resides implanted, rooted
In my very existence
After the morrow, she will fly
Alone to her abode North, in the heavens
Where she first faced the sun
Chased the birds, laughed and sobbed
As the psychic feels a presence
I would like to feel her past
Taste her food
And love those that gave her life
Her eyes, the blue Mediterranean
With a phosphorous glow
Her hair, fine oriental silk
Drawn over her neck to one side
Like the curtains in the theatre
Drawn across a column
Before gallant presentation
Her lips, a field of berries
Flattering in the summer wind
Making love to the tune of a light
Warm heart playing Final Fantasy 7, was it
On the Playstation?
Her fancy, films and their production
As music, I concur
I wonder what she reads and what
Brings muse to her Heart?
Perhaps it’s TS elliot or Edgar Allan Poe
To start and an old dumb joke that a
Father’s daughter would take to heart
Perhaps she has fallen to the fears
And frustrations of Modern love i think not!
Her Celtic bark speaks of a superfluous power
And the feminine strength one can only
Find in flowers of the jungle
If I am mistaken let my words crumble
And I will remain as always, humble
- - -
Prenatal Familiarities
Devotion is focusing on the
Sound in every action life is rhythm
And it's fluidity is dependent on the Tempo
In harmonies we find unity in diversity
In harmonies we find prenatal familiarities
Our true voice is our true color, character
The consensus is a misguided
Body of census information
Though the tides seem to be slowly turning
In organizing true resistance to
Globalistic economic Totalitarianism
It might be too late to save man’s night
Remember the child of innocence resides
In the cool Gardens