Listen to Stealing Home by Richard Charles Stevens (Dope The Drop Suite)

Listen to Dope The Drop by Stu Chapman

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

(home run)

.

whether pleasure or pain

we are feeling

with all deference paid

clad in leather and lace

boarding emigrant train

to revealing

whether pleasure or pain

we are feeling

(home run)

.

whether pleasure or pain

we are feeling

with all deference paid

clad in leather and lace

boarding emigrant train

to revealing

whether pleasure or pain

we are feeling

(home run)

.

both sun and the moon

are suffused to the chords

gone too soon they may be

but they come back to wed beneath pebble-strewn shores

.

through the desolate planes

with a head full of steam

in the clouds

there is famed

a most elegant dream

where pure love profound

is the resident theme

has been gowned in pre-eminent gene

(home run)

.

through the never

ever after

from the floorboards to rafters and farther hereafter

a masterful scene

bedecked in the jewels

borne of kings and of queens

with the wings of the skies and the thighs of the seas

the reprise of all lives

time and space in-between

every cycle in hindsight foreseen

(home run)

.

with the wings of the skies and the thighs of the seas

the reprise of all lives

time and space in-between

.

every good fairy tale veers to the shadows

every good fable hosts screams

bookending entropy with ebony and ivory

the irony of which sits in-between

every reminiscence is divine in its provision

with the vision to provisionally proceed

see the woods through groping trees

then take befitting breather there

for neither cares propose opposing teams

swivel round to face with grace the recreative middle ground

where little is as hopeless as it seems

.

should unspoken hurt

speak in curt tongue unspun

as we run to the sun to confer

then go one to one with the moon

to attune to the new path of true heart traversed

harbouring no guarded hurts

curtailed from hailed departure

bleeding pure

of famed demure

we claim the ancients armour

withstand every scream

for we are seen with ceaseless ardour

therefore never need plead deeds to be alone

(home run)

.

in the age of innocence

no more sincere a tone

than that revealing feeling

thus appealing to belief in stealing home

.

stealing home (repeat)

.

with both sun and moon to guide us

we could paint the skyline violet

with true eyes upon the prize

to redefine the touch of midas

speak of bleak horizons

only when we need reminders

that the worst precursed

has been dispersed behind us

(home run)

.

through the desolate planes

sporting head full of steam

(home run)

in the clouds

we live out

a most elegant dream

(home run)

the reprise of all lives

time and space in-between

that of flawless devout

borne of kings and of queens

stealing home by the rosé skin on our knees

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

(home run)

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

(home run)

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

.

stealing home by the rosé skin on our knees

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

.

stealing home by the rosé skin on our knees

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

(home run)

.

through the never

ever after

from the floorboards to rafters and farther hereafter

a masterful scene

(home run)

bedecked in the jewels

borne of kings and of queens

with the wings of the skies and the thighs of the seas

.

home run

home run

run

run

.

whether pleasure or pain

we are feeling

with all deference paid

clad in leather and lace

boarding emigrant train

to revealing

whether pleasure or pain

we are feeling

.

through the desolate planes

with a head full of steam

in the clouds

there is famed

a most elegant dream

where pure love profound

is the resident theme

(home run)

has been gowned in pre-eminent gene

(home run)

.

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

(home run)

.

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

(home run)

.

seen

(run)

seen

(run)

.

every feeling we’re revealing

we are seen

(home run)

.

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