Zakk Wylde

Aslan and the Silver Queen

Couldn't stop time

Although they tried

Now just look at me

Seventeen and seventy

Turn it around

Follow me down

Midsummer night's dream



The bite of wind the taste of rain

Getting called names

Comets of pain

And other bright things

My favorite things and favorite places

Covered in kisses

When all of this is memories

What kind of creature shall I be?



>> how'd you get in here?

-- shh! It's a secret

>> tell me!

-- on flying heels and wagon wheels… (rest is unintelligible)



So I run out but not away

Shooting off sparks into the dark

Out in the street

‘cause one day I am going to bloom

Patient and proud

With fish in my mouth

And eyes in my wings

What kind of creature shall I be?



Aslan and the Silver Queen

Turn it around

Follow me down

Midsummer night's dream