Like A Stream You tell me Christine is the perfect machine. And she’s a part of an elaborate scheme. With eyes of blue and a will of steel. She has no fear like she doesn’t feel. Never seen a dancer do it so well From frail and innocent to straight from hell. The shifting shadow of the weapons of war. Is she a lure to the killing floor. The machine of my dreams can’t tell if it’s true. Is she spinning a web, or rescuing you. She would never destroy what we built on trust. To attack a dancer is to attack all of us. My doubts are like darkness at dawn. It takes hold in the night when I’m alone. When I see Christine my doubts are gone. She moves like a stream, she’s full of grace. Never left behind, always quickens the pace. A child of man with passion in her eyes. If you give her trust. she’ll never say good-bye You can’t make me believe proof is what I need. I have my share of bitter enemies. I have to trust until you prove she deceives. Don’t ask me to choose if you’re picking a fight. To the end of time if you follow the light. The chance we have is slipping away. The price is trust and I’ve already paid.
 
She comes on like a train.
Doesn’t tire never complains.
Always acting so cool.
And doesn’t give a damn about fame.
If something’s wrong,
I can’t tell what it is.
She acts like a star,
Got to be in this biz.
She knows all the songs.
Performs all night long.
Tell me when a machine ever learned to give you a kiss.
A passionate kiss.
 
 
Stream - Raleigh N.C. August, 2007 courtesy N.C.S.U.
Something Fishy - Raleigh N.C. August, 2007 courtesy N.C.M.N.S.
 Shark Photograph - A, J. Wilson