I must have divined you
But I know that cannot be true,
Cause even in my wildest dreams 
I never dreamed I’ld find someone like you.

And I cannot believe mue eyes. 
I cannot believe this feeling inside.
How could anything be this good?

So someone must have divined you,
But I know it could not be me.
Cause there is nothing quite like you
That these old eyes have ever seen.

And now I find myself starting to believe 
In some kind of divine. 

How else could anything be this good?

Divine

Broken Jokin Smokin Ramblin Man (2008)

Highway Blue - The Greys Basement Sessions

The Gathering Storm

Reflection

If You Don't Drink

The Sweetest Flower

Collaboration with Voxel Fen
https://soundcloud.com/voxelfen

Lyrics:

Look deep into my eyes
Can you see what lies behind?
A burning desire,
Consuming all restraint in its fire.

Hear the beating of my heart.
Slide into our blissful dark
Breath in.
Breath out.

Just slide to our blissful dark
Where there’s no light to misguide
And beguile foolish hearts.
Fall with me my love.
Fuck the world we left above.

Feel the touch of electric skin.
The burning heat of the blood within
It sends a shiver through my spine.
A tremor from head to our legs entwined.

Hear the beating of my heart.
Slide into our blissful dark.
Breath in.
Breath out.

Blissful Dark

The Deal

Lyrics:

There's an echo in my head
Of cold hard truths better left unsaid,
And I ask myself, "Will I let it win."
I tell myself, "It's sink or swim."

There's a ringing in my ears.
It’s growing louder with ever mounting fear,
And I ask myself, “Will I let it win.”
I tell myself, “It’s sink or swim.”

The wounds might heal but the scars won’t fade.
And it might take an ocean to wash away the shame.
And I tell myself, “I can’t let it win.”
I’ve come too far, and it’s sink or swim.

Sink Or Swim

Wasted And Wasting

Waves of Love

Cut the Scene

Lyrics:

I really had it so good,
But apathy's misunderstood.
It's always driving me insane.
I pour it all down the drain.

I can't help doing things that cause you pain.
I can't see reason through my cloudy brains,
and I'm always off key with my untuned instruments.
I thought about I could give it up
through an empty crystal whiskey cup,
but something always brought me back to you

I can't help wondering, "Is this the last time?".

I'll prove to you that I'm not jaded.
You wore that dress and we're both faded.
Hot damn, Mamasita!
You gave me high-grade Latin fever.

I tell you dirty things I'ld do with you.
You slap my face while you feint disgrace,
but your blushing and your flirty lashes give away your charade.
Later on we find a quiet place.
I think we might have gone to outer space,
because I'm out of breath and seeing stars,
you're howling at the moon.

But nothing this good can last for ever,
and I can't help wondering, "Is this the last time?".
It might even be worth praying that its not the last time.

Is This The Last Time

Garret Carstensen, singer-songwriter and former member of Chicagoland band The Greys.

Contribution by Voxel Fen

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