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You don't know how it feels, to be turning us in to enemies.
You don't know how it feels, to be the lesser of the two.
If I trade you for memories that is all you can be to me,
And you won't know how it feels to be an emperor and a fool.
We tried to live by compromise;
You did what you wanted,
And I did what I felt like.
Do you still need to question why,
We couldn't have made it and lasted a lifetime?

Sometimes you win, sometimes I lose,
Sometimes we play games we don't choose.
Sometimes I win, sometimes you lose,
Sometimes I make mistakes like you.

(Jonathan Casey, February 2001)

Fill the well with tears, the wishing well.
Drown inside your fear at the wishing well.
In the wishing well, do you see yourself?
He's walking on down the street with his band of merry men,
He knows the clothes and the hair are right and he is safe within their spell.
Rock a bye baby on the tree top,
If that silver gun don't fire, then Daddy's gonna buy you a few more years.

Fill the well with tears, the wishing well.
Drown inside your fear at the wishing well.
In the wishing well, do you see yourself?

Let's swim right down, let's swim in there.
Let's close our eyes till we don't care.
Let's swim right down, let's shut out everything,
Cause you'll see yourself,
You'll see yourself in the wishing well.

(Jonathan Casey, July 1998)

Everybody wants to make you feel you make your own mistakes.
Everybody passes on the buck until the music breaks.
Responsibility is not a mandatory state of mind,
So come and join the chain and leave the pain you've always felt behind.

You put your neck on the line, you'll only lose your head.
Just leave the scene of the crime and live by lying instead.

We can win, we can lose, but blame is something I don't do.

(Jonathan Casey, September 2000)

Sleep through the thunder storm, sing while torrents rain,
Smile as the skies ignite. Only you know best.
Stainless skin that white and immaculate would never suffer tears.

In time you'll see the truth revealed,
Till then lie here by me.

Dance in your prison cell, laugh alone in chains.
Dream freedom in a cage. Only you know best.
Stainless skin that white and immaculate would never suffer tears.

In time you'll see the truth revealed,
Till then lie here by me.

Play your violin, my love, while your dynasty takes flame.
If the universe contracts tonight, will your frailty still remain?

Hey, how you doing girl? Put me to the test, with your faith in a faithless world.
Only you know best.

(Jonathan Casey, October 2000)

Trace the line that flows like a river to the sea,
Follow its course, the natural path it takes.
I am told that there is a reason for its shape,
And thought there are tides, there's always the waterfall.

It's the same old myth again, with familiar villains and tired old heroes.

I can fly, I can rise up higher in the air but when I dive, it's the weight of these wings I wear.

Watch my trail, train your astronomy on me,
The movements I make across every night time sky.
How we change from season to season in the air,
Falter and soar, the sun and the moon above.
It's the same old myth again, with familiar villains and tired old heroes.

I can fly, I can rise up higher in the air but when I dive, it's the weight of these wings I wear.

(Jonathan Casey, February 1997)

Hot moth, draw me into you.
I can't stop, I need to be consumed.
Honey, cordite, skin and starlight,
In a fever, I am hooked on you.

Close in, sing in unison.
Blood pin, suck me in again.
Honey, cordite, skin and starlight,
In a fever, I am hooked on you.
Scarlet, flower, fire, power,
Give me something I can never lose.

Ain't need a scream? And romance an ideal, and love but a dream?
Yeah, you could be rising, we could ascend, just by being women and men.
Just by being women and men.

Contact, kicking off a shock.
We act, this is all we've got.
Honey, cordite, skin and starlight,
In a fever, I am hooked on you.
Scarlet, flower, fire, power,
Give me something I can never lose.

Ain't need a scream? And romance an ideal, and love but a dream?
Yeah, you could be rising, we could ascend,
Just by being, you could be rising and we can ascend.
Just by being women and men.

(Jonathan Casey, December 2001)

You're too bright, you burn my eyes out.
I can't help but watch your fire.
You turn up, my ears are ringing,
Call that pain? Take it higher.
Now, if you wait any longer, I might feather-drop and float away.

So don't leave it like this, you're only stepping on my heart.
I'll trigger your bliss, just quit your stepping on my heart.

I can taste that rare aroma,
Just one hint and I'm alive.
I can tell when you surround me,
I'm impressed, on every side.
No substitute can satisfy me,
There is nothing that can take your place.

So don't leave it like this, you're only stepping on my heart.
I'll trigger your bliss, just quit your stepping on my heart.

I'm sick of all your deputies, your imitation you and me.
Just stay and I will guarantee you will know no jealousy.
So chill out your bones and get with the plan,
Don't leave me alone cause I'm your biggest fan.
So quit your stepping on my heart.
Just give me one kiss before you tear me all apart.

Jonathan Casey (November 2001)

Hello, hello ma bella, you don't belong in here,
Raising a glass with the ghosts of yesteryear.
This is a private party, I need to be around,
And if you stay I will talk to you for hours.
You wore that dress I like, that old familiar smile,
I really must insist, you should be leaving this.

Hello, hello my beauty, it's been a long, long time.
Let's reminisce over history now sublime.
Strange how your laughter's sadness,
Strange how you seem so changed, faded in to obscurity through pain.
You wore that dress I like, that old familiar smile,
I really must insist, I can't go on like this.

I'm waiting to be by your side once more,
I'm waiting to fly.
I'm waiting to feel your embrace once more,
I'm waiting to be there, I'm waiting to be now.

Something outside disturbs me, I'm torn from the arms of dreams.
A solitude fills the room and I want to sleep, so I can say…
Hello, hello ma bella, so glad you came along,
To rescue me at this party thrown for one.

I'm waiting to be by your side once more,
I'm waiting to fly.
I'm waiting to feel your embrace once more,
I'm waiting to be there.
I'm waiting to be now.
I'm waiting to be.

(Jonathan Casey, July 1999)

I just turned 16 today and we've all had a lot to drink.
But the evening is cool and the beach is our own, my friends.
I'm sure you will sympathise when I say that today has been,
The greatest 10 hours I've had in my life so far.
This may be just whiskey talk, but I feel that I must proclaim,
There never could be a moment like this again.

(Jonathan Casey, August 2001)

Midnight stars in treetops, they're shimmering with the heat in your face, whispering.
Spell bound by the lakeside; in the golden earth I am breathing you in to my life.
Sweetly blows the East wind on the runaways and the ones they have left far behind.
The faces they've left far behind.

(Jonathan Casey, June 2003)

It's time we began to say what we want to say.
It's time you and me were doing all that we said we would.
We vowed to evade the happy, consistent, the rooted, respectful and fooled.
And we'd trace our names in stones that turn to sand.

We promised to scale the dizzy heights on our dreams,
Our vertigo prone, our homes below in another world.
And this we would state; we'd travel and see all the insights you'd care to have seen.
And we'd trace our names in stones that turn to sand.
And someday this will happen, like we planned.

(Jonathan Casey, May 2003)

Tear at the fear, ripping the doubt out,
Into the clear on an escape route,
Heaven is here, heaven is right here.
Whenever you're near, heaven is right here, right now.

I can't believe it, still I'm amazed,
That everything's easy, and this is a space I can live in.

I think you and me agree, that we're all each other need.
And if cities were to fall or the rivers rise around us,
I would still be there for you; you would still be there for me,
We would make it out alright - we'll be standing side by side.
We'll be standing always.

(Jonathan Casey, November 2002)

Listening for birdsong, I fill the air with a silence.

I can hear nothing, no sound on the outside.
No crowd in the street scene, no life in the daylight,
If something is happening, I don't want to know it.
Maybe the world outside is listening just like me.

Breathe on the glass and gaze into space,
Look for a moment and notice my face.
Grey, deathly pale, reflection displayed,
Spirit so empty, a life out of place.

Listening for someone, I fill the air with a silence.

I can hear nothing, no sound on the outside.
No crowd in the street scene, no life in the daylight,
If something is happening, I don't want to know it.
Maybe the world outside is listening just like me.
Souls still, sky free.
Maybe the world outside is listening just like me.
I fill the air with a silence.

(Jonathan Casey, October 2003)

You don't have the room you say you need, maybe if it's too tight for you,
You need to scream a little louder to get through,
And you can always have another spin if you get blue.

You tried the night you invented dynamite but it blew you out.
The dream of living a life in the light, it can burn you out.

What if that is that, and there is nothing you can do to make it back.
And no-one cares if you are fading in to black,
Can you withstand the impact of another blank attack?

(Jonathan Casey, August 2003)

If you are an angel, then I am the crime scene.
If you are a princess, I'm the second act.
If you are a space girl, I am re-entry.
We go together. Simple as that.

(Jonathan Casey, July 2003)

Here it comes again.
I remember now - this is where I stumble in,
Fever high, and loud, with an ache I can't conceal.
Falling in to love with a song for every thing she might become.

So what are you going to do?
You wouldn't move a millimetre if you needed to,
And now you have to react,
You have to put a little pressure on your heart attack.
How are you going to feel?
You have to try to be whatever you may need to be,
But don't you lose yourself.

Here it comes again.
Old acquaintances, all the weaknesses remain.
I thought I'd rise above, but I did not feel the chain.
No releasing it, with a song that hoped to find you in its wake.

And now you're trying to decide what to do.
You're combing every little thing that she says to you.
And what means nothing at all,
And what could indicate a blade is about to fall?
What's a poor boy to do,
Wait around here hoping fate will call around for you.
Well, don't you hold your breath.

Here it comes again.
I remember now - this is where I stumble in,
Fever high, and loud, with an ache I can't conceal.
Falling in to love with a song that hoped to find you in its wake.

(Jonathan Casey, November 2003)