Oh, set your tea by The closet, sinister Sighing, relieved that the door's still closed Won't rise to meet Meet the monster That smiles at the scent it knows 'Cause it's safe in the dark where you left it Wings clipped, just like you And when that satisfied grin creeps across your face It smiles in quiet too Hoping you'll stay your blade The fall of an artisan's day Stagnate on your dreams, though your fervor remains In playing the song writ yesterday Isn't it nice for it to be a slow news day for you? The grass, though you tended, is duller than you left it Oh, let's go around again, and again And again will your dreams remain dust O, carousel, spectacle Show and tell your living hell Always the same, absolving the blame For the callous beauty, singing like sirens Pulling you under, it won't hear you crying Though dust are dreams So are we And into ashes Cast our destinies A flower shows its worth As it's swallowed by the earth Dawning the next day to come Yes, life goes on I still fear the open water Where the tide sways mystery Is it so wrong to walk the paths Already built for me? Maybe Maybe Every imprint in the sand Will wash and fade with time How can I still love them? When will I know to face the wind?