There’s a place in my dreams,
I go to each night.
I have wings like a bird,
And somehow I can fly
Through smokey red sunsets
That set me on fire
The closer I soar towards the sun.

Feathers turn to flames
And leave trails of burning ashes
Swirling down into the trees below
Who’s crooked arms reach out and try to snag my wings.  

As the sun beams start to descend
The moon begins to rise
I’m burning out,
Lost track of time.
I plummet to the forest floor
And leave behind the sky,
Looking up I wonder, will I ever fly again?

My love is true for you
But you desire something else.
This feels like deja vu.
Like the last time you played,
me.
And called it love,
but really it was just the death of a dove.

every message sent
gets my heart to fluster
and when I got  the hang of it
so fond that there's nothing left
this is how we reach the end