Days, beautiful days
give time to cascade into memories
right before the change comes our way
to disturb the gentle routine of our ways.
Dreams that don't end -
one moment you're alone, the next with a friend by your side.
It get easier when you've got friends by your side.
I speak, my words become lost,
the wind blows them across the waves and I'm lost.
The end of the tunnel, darker still than the tunnel itself.
I feel smaller, the trees are growing stronger
endless into the sky, they're a mile high.
Sun beams from above, pour into me life that I'm missing,
I sigh but no one hears me,
cry, but no one sees me,
scream – but no one is there – now smile
and bear it all away, bear it all away.
Waking hours that do not end.
Time that does not stretch but bend.
Pain that does not wound but mend.
Time, time, time – I cannot tell you what this has done,
words escape me but there are none that could come close,
to this, to you, to sleep in
your warmth, your skin, your room to breath get smaller,
I creep in, I stay small, still, quiet, afraid
you'll kick me out into the cold.
My heart beats faster – I dream again
the sound of my pulse deadened beneath
my bones, same old soul that walks alone
I dream of home