I held a world between my teeth once

Swearing it would be enough

I held a star between my fingers

Swearing it would be enough

Enough…

To get out of bed

Instead…

I stay within the soft fog

Within the safest odds

Sedated in a vast dreamy wash

The somnambulist's hand runs through a haze of reeds

Feigning serenity

Hiding from reality

I’m losing faith

A path in autumn

The crunch of leaves

Eden becoming memory

Is this how we’re meant to be?

Are we supposed to be collapsing?

It started with an еcho and just a hook of moon.,

Or perhaps a groan?

Spilling out unto the ochre sprawl

Thе final portal calls…

And the dream begins to fall…

But I’m not quite ready to wake up

And I’m not quite ready to lose your touch

If I stay in the dream with you

If I keep dancing this pas de deux

Then it’s illusion that I choose

It’s the calm, imperfect blue

But I need there to be more

I need there to be more

I need a reason for it all

The dream needs to fall…

Into the scent of a late day storm

Into the taste of a memory, warm

Into distortion and reborn

Into the salt and the dust and the haze

So that it all has meaning

So that it all keeps breathing

So that it all was for something…

From Eden I’m divorced

A path in autumn

The crunch of leaves

Eden becoming memory

This is how it’s meant to be