Don't Carry Hate Like A Religion

© 2019 Mark Cote

high on a hill
one point of view
one color paint
one knotted shoe

dark cloud rises
without a sound
but words you say
lie all around

he hates the sun
hates the moon
hates the way
lovers swoon

(chorus) don't carry your hate like a religion
                  jaded eyes lost in confusion
                  turn it away
                  all shades are grey
                  don't carry your hate like a religion


nothing is right
if everything is wrong
is that where
you want to belong


something to learn
from points of view
a rainbow looks better
with multiple hues

he hates the sun
hates the moon
hates the way lovers swoon

(chorus)

Until It's Washed Away

© 2019 Mark Cote

is it just a dream
never knowing what I mean
that seemed to be so real
made me question how I feel

talking to a wall
you don't know me at all
dusting on a grave
something I could not save

(chorus) thought it was you when I turned my head
                  but it's the grim reaper now I'm dead
                  I couldn't walk away
                  from what I heard you say

                  now it seems that it's all through
                  what was old now is new
                  until it's washed away
                  by tomorrow or yesterday
                  until it's washed away


Sundays are left undone
a race cannot be won
I'll keep it to myself
how the clown really felt

(chorus)