And all the time you were sleeping
And everything seemed so clear
You woke and the vision distorted
Into something like fear
In this I've looked for the safety
In this I don't really care
The innocent minds of the daydream
The guilty hide from despair
In this I think we're immortal
Saving for bone and wood
And this I've meant for the moments
I think life's just made out of dirt.
Maybe we should try something else.
The pieces of a dream.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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