Lie down my love lie down, like we used to be.
Life seemed so easy, our love was new, was green.
Found the seasons turn around,
Now her leaves are turning brown,
Falling down my love lie down with me.

Lie down my love lie down, hand in hand we’ll be.
When we are older, will you be just a memory.
How did love make me a clown?
Take my heart and take my crown,
Let me down my love lie down with me.

Oh silver tree, Oh shining rivers of the soul, Silver tree.
Oh silver tree, Oh shining rivers of the soul, Silver tree.
Lie down here with me, by our silver tree.

Lie down my love lie down, on my fallen tears.
Love turns in circles, like seasons through the years.
See her buds are blooming now,
Hold me close or let me drown,
Sinking down my love lie down with me.

Oh silver tree, Oh shining rivers of the soul, Silver tree.
Oh silver tree, Oh shining rivers of the soul, Silver tree.
Lie down here with me, by our silver tree.

 Lie down my love lie down, before we have to leave.
When we were younger, our tree was evergreen.
Found the seasons turn around,
Now her leaves have turned to brown,
Falling down my love lie down with me,
Oh my love lie down once more with me.

She lived just like a dancer, her mothers way of life,
Bright as a candle.
Play in a garden, always summer sun burning on,
Red as the roses.
It’s painting a picture,
she’s gotta live life that way.

A mind just like her father, she took life more to heart,
Blow out the candle.
Raised in a world where life is made of greed born to bleed,
Red as the roses.

She’s a panel, life is a window,
Fire an arrow, she’ll make the wind blow,
Through the willow, where will you go
It’s painting a picture, she’s gotta live life that way.

Her brother was an artist, the other moved around,
Burning the candle at both ends.
Life seems to steal away significance of innocence,
Just like the roses. 

She’s a panel, life is a window,
Fire an arrow, she’ll make the wind blow,
Through the willow, where will you go
It’s painting a picture, she’s gotta live life that way.

She’s a panel, life is a window,
Fire an arrow, she’ll make the wind blow,
Through the willow, where will you go
It’s painting a picture, she’s gotta live life that way.

She lived just like a dancer, her mothers way of life,
Bright as a candle.

Lyrics from a poem by Chidiock Tichbourne written in 1586

Now I live and now my life is done.
Now I live and now my life is done.

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares.
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain.
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain.
My life is fled and yet I saw no sun.
Now I live and now my life is done.
Now I live and now my life is done.

The spring is past and yet it hath not sprung.
The fruit is dead and yet the leaves are green.
My youth is gone and yet I am but young,
I saw the world and yet I was not seen.
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun.
Now I live and now my life is done.
Now I live and now my life is done.

I sought my death and found it in my womb.
I looked for life and saw it was a shade.
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die, now I die,
And now I am but made.
My glass is full and now my glass is run.
Now I live and now my life is done.
Now I live and now my life is done.

Blue is just a colour,
In the stories that we paint.
It’s far more like a feeling,
Causing memories of pain.
Green is not a colour,
Like the others that we see,
Her beauty is in nature,
And her grass is always green with jealousy. 

Red is like the fires,
Burning angry in her heart.
All that’s left is embers,
From a life that’s turned to dark.
Yellow is like the sunshine on her face,
And yellow turns these feelings,
Into a different place. 

These colours shining down on me,
Like the light through the trees.
Colours finding memories,
From the lives that we lead. 

Black is like the night,
Without a star up in the sky.
A place where she has been,
And is the final place we lie.
Orange is the sunset,
From a perfect evening glow,
Until the hours pass,
And all the colours fade and go.

These colours shining down on me,
Like the light through the trees.
Colours finding memories,
From the lives that we lead.

Grey is all the clouds,
That cover up the morning sun.
A life left in the shadows,
Feeling empty, feeling numb.
Hair of silver as she grows older now.

I am not a traveller but I’d travel far for you.
I am not writer but I’d see what I could do.
I am not a painter but I’ll paint you.
I am not a soldier but somehow I battle through.
I am not a leader but I follow no one too.
I am not a painter but I’ll paint,

You in the morning,
As summer arrives like the dawn,
And skies turn blue,
When I’m with you.
As I grow older,
The sun turns colder each day,
And all I could have,
Will wash away. 

I am not a fighter but I fight for what I’m due.
I am not your lover but I’m in love with you.
I am not a painter but I’ll paint you. 

I’m not a poet, I’m not enough,
But I’ll lie down here my love,

In the morning,
As summer arrives like the dawn,
And skies turn blue,
When I’m with you.
As I grow older,
The sun turns colder each day,
And all I could have,
Will wash away. 

I am not a painter but I’ll paint you.

I’m not a poet, I’m not enough,
But I’d lie down here my love.

There was a time we both were one,
But now our love has passed.
His soul was old his heart was young,
My first love not my last. 

The wind does blow my love we both must go,
For the clouds are overcast.
I am not the girl you used to know,
My first love not my last.

For now I’m growing older,
and my life is not carefree.
For now my heart is colder,
Coz my first love’s lost to me.

Go find her now my love go find her soon,
Before the night has passed,
And know that I am loving you,
My first love not my last.

For I am growing older,
and my life is not carefree.
For now my heart is colder,
Coz my first love’s lost to me.

The tears did fall my love now let them rest,
That is all I’ve left to ask.
Please know I always tried my best,
My first love not my last.

Scent of smoke and seeping weed,
While she was kidnapped by men to be,
A vessel for their cruelty. 

Sweaty hands a mind like ice,
There is no time for thinking twice,
Her life sits on the edge of a knife.

A pick-up truck that took her in,
Without consent they’re foe not friend,
Bullet holes that cracked the glass,
A plea for help to passing cars.

Scars are not there for show, not all scars are visible.
Scars are not there for show, not all scars are visible.

Sitting in the backseat,
Drenched in sweat from fear and the heat,
She makes a break for the street.

Shouting out they follow her,
She runs into a rescuer,
A couple from America.

Took her chance and made a break,
The risk was high as were the stakes,
Life goes so let it lie,
This was not her time to die.

Scars are not there for show, not all scars are visible.
Scars are not there for show, not all scars are visible.

Pick-up truck that took her in,
Without consent they’re foe not friend,
Bullet holes that cracked the glass,
A plea for help to passing cars.

Scars are not there for show, not all scars are visible.
Scars are not there for show, not all scars are visible.

Inside a box under layers of dust,
Are the memories that I’ve been keeping of us,
People say I’m sentimental, it’s true,
The sentiment I have been keeping for you.

Nothing worth having is easy to get,
I lost you too soon, all I feel is regret,
Sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock
And rewrite the things that I wish I’d forgot.

Ooh. Ooh.

Sometimes I think I am better alone,
With one heart to break and the heart is my own,
Life is a series of choices I’ve made,
And losing myself is the price I must pay.

Back to the pills that will quiet my mind,
They help for a bit, it will help for a time,
I never was cut from the same cloth as you,
I’d rather see red but I only see blue.

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

Dear Daphne, you are just a child,
Don’t let the world bring you down,
Don’t let the world see you frown,
Hope you figure it out,
Oh Daphne, that’s what the worlds about.

Dear Daphne, you are just a girl,
Don’t let the man tell you no,
Just live and love and let go,
Know you’re feeling the doubt,
Oh Daphne, that’s what the worlds about.

For the day is new and the skies are clear,
The world is waiting Daphne Dear.
Show ‘em all and don’t you fear,
The world is yours now Daphne dear,
Daphne, that’s what the world’s about.

Oh Daphne, that’s what the world’s about.
Oh Daphne, that’s what the world’s about.

Dear Daphne, you are just a child,
Don’t let the world bring you down,
Don’t let the world see you frown,
Hope you figure it out,
Oh Daphne, that’s what the worlds about.

Daphne dearest hold my hand, I’ll understand,
For life is never what we planned.
And when you fall I’ll help you stand and find a wonderland,
And Daphne that’s what the world’s about.

For the day is new and the skies are clear,
The world is waiting Daphne Dear.
Show ‘em all and don’t you fear,
The world is yours now Daphne dear,
Daphne, that’s what the world’s about.

Oh Daphne, that’s what the world’s about.
Oh Daphne, that’s what the world’s about.

When I slid off the mantle,
That held up the pillars of life,
Then I fell through the doorway,
And stumbled around in the strife,
That I’ve paved from the pills that I take,
From mistakes that I’ve made to survive.

I was built brick by brick,
But the mortar has crumbled to dust,
With a heart made of Iron,
For others to clean of the rust,
When I’m gone, they’ll move on,
Like someone that you love but I have had enough.

So I go Skydiving. Skydiving. Skydiving.

As I sat in the corner,
And watched as it faded to grey.
And as an only daughter,
I ought to have known how to say,
To my folks that the dope that I smoke,
Is the way that I cope with the day.

Please don’t judge me too badly,
For losing the will to fight on.
I am tired and angry,
And life can be cruel to the young,
That have tried but the ride to survive,
Is a lie that I have to let go.

So I go Skydiving. Skydiving. Skydiving.
I go Skydiving. Skydiving. Skydiving. Skydiving.