The dark street of yesterday
Appears in the corners of my eyes
Though time conceals with golden seals
Kind ghosts, I can still hear your distant cries
My thoughts run wild to what could have been
Had blood remained in the pulse machine
Quiet daydreams flicker, then expire
Why does it always have to be the same
That memories are always the brightest fire
And what is real, the weakest flame
Let's join our hands
Let's dance on air
The wind your breath
The stars your stare
The night your love
The clouds your dreams
The rain your tears
There is hope, it seems
Don't speak to me of madness, I've heard it all
Don't speak to me of sadness, I've felt it all
Don't pierce my heart in anger, I've seen it all before
Don't speak to me of voices, I've heard them all
Don't speak to me of choices, I've made them all
Don't talk about delusion, that's not my style at all
Come with me and you will see
That I fell
Come with me and you will see
That I'm real
