In reality we dream in total illusions.
Moments of truth, in the depths of confusion.
Is my dream full of Kings and Queens?
Will they blind my eyes and steal my dreams?
Have they told me that black is really white?
Perhaps the sun is just the moon at night?
It's a long way to nowhere, Will I be leaving soon?
Will I be close enough to see the black side of the moon?
I've been higher than stardust, I've been seen upon the sun.
At times I counted in the millions, now I only count as one.
Come see deep inside my room, the tapestry is all faded.
Except for distant glories concealed in gloom.
Icy fingers have forgotten passions, as it softly brushes my lips so cold.
From the tips of my dark primitive soul.
The distant shadows of forgotten champions.
Are those who eternally live inside me still.
Will we rise when we are challenged?
Or lay dormant as the dormant lay still?
