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 echo and just a hook of Moon
Or perhaps a groan?
Spilling out unto the ochre sprawl

The 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