When it seemed, yes it seemed
That we dreamed, then we’d be
Inside these worlds of fantasy
Like the one we are already
Only, far far far more star confetti
And crystal mystic manic actors
Wide-eye wearing down the factors
Frictioning the things to thoughts
Causing them to float and pop
And splay a shattered web of light
That rings the tune of inner sight
To ~shing~ the spot that put it there
Making us the very things we stare upon
And then it’s gone
Cause you can’t see
What your mind can’t think could be
And then we creep
Out of a sleep
That seemed so very, very deep
As if the dream had gone somewhere
But looking back, there’s nothing there
Just the air of empty thoughts
And the sense there might be lots
Somewhere within a mystic sea
That fants inside our memory