Seals & Crofts Not Be Found
You talk of love in endless riddles, the truth is bent
to fit your teeth.
Your ears hear only necessary words and thoughts that
make you breathe.
From out of the depths of want you wander, searching
for familiar sound.
Of some unsuspecting sorrow, on his way to not be
found.
Like a ravel gone unnoticed, 'til the cloth begins to
tear.
One small grain of salt in water, at first is not so
hard to bear.
Out of an hour or day you're born to play your harp and
wear your gown.
Hiding, waiting, for the right one on his way to not be
found. Not be found.
Should our paths cross each other I'll keep my eyes
fixed on the ground.
I'll keep right on walking past you, rather than to not
be found. Not be found, not be found.
To fill one's pipe with dreams of amber, to taste the
smoke is ecstacy.
But the one who claims the clouds won't let you know
serenity.
Lips that part with sweetened danger, moist with ill
and evil sound.
Await their chance to take the stranger to the land of
not be found.
Not be found, not be found.
