This Matter Of Mine

Echoes of distant voices,
Not from where but when?
I've been in this place before.
There's no sound as I close the door.
A house that was swallowed in vine.
And I walk through surreal paintings of time.
They embrace me and call out my name,
Blowing rings of smoke my way.

Veil is so heavy, I can't see you.
Bring me back, I'm entering the void
They say "we're from the troubled land,
Existing in something that comes after death".
I shake my head and walk through a new door.
Aisles between high bookshelves on a dirt floor

Are they playing hide and seek?
The old man helps the young
Boy make the speakers speak.
This room has no ceiling, above me the stars shine bright.
A vast living room without electric light.
In this clouded mist I still feel their presence.
There's a vast mountain blocking the sun
(Wake up. Wake up)
Bring me back. Speak!
I'm entering the void.