Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

The words get stuck on my tounge.
My mind won't comply.
In reality nothing matters.
If I say the thoughts or let them die.

I find silence is golden.
I never regret not speaking.
My regrets come from my heart leaking.

So if I stare at you blankly
it's not because I have nothing to say.
I'm not speaking because
I don't want to watch the replay.

Words too often get in the way
and I'm not sure what you mean.
Let's just let our eyes speak
and our bodies be the screen.

He walks on the street
that leads to my soul
He lives within the house
of my fleeting self control
Holds within his sweaty palms
Faded pictures of my dreams
Crumpling them to heaps of trash
Laughing as I scream