I wonder what you'd say to me,
if Time could stall and talk.
Would we reminisce of summers spent
or bicker 'til the dawn?

'Cause life's a loop of distant thoughts
rippling blindly through the void.

Sometimes I think if I were sober
this would make a little more sense.
It feels like my life's all over.
Or maybe I'm a little too dense:

I only know what they say
when they say what I know.

Sometimes I think  that my heart's troubled,
like everything is a little amiss.
Then again, my feelings are muddled.
I can't tell agony from bliss.

'Though we said our good-byes,
hello still hung in air.
Did she understand how time flies
ever onward without a care?

Her smile was distant; the embrace not enough.

Yet, we said our good-byes
while hello still hung in the air.

Those days were delightful
with tea in the park in the evening twilight.
Through the fog, careless but thoughtful,
I'll remember the sun and hers eyes as equally bright.

Somehow, we said our good-byes
while hello hung still in the air.

I'll see you on the other side of me.
Between the way it is, and the way it seems.

I'll see you the next time I come around.
When you're lost and can't be found.

This is how it has to be.
It's the only path I see.

This is how you'll find a way
back home to the light of day.

I'll see you on the other side of me,
between waking life and dreams.

I'll see you when the winds don't blow,
but your stream continues to flow.

The earth, as it is,
is not a place I have been.
What is this and what is that?
Who will cast the final act?
Where are you and where am I?
Do we live before we die?
Because there's life and then there's death
ripe with strife and short of breath.
Then there's lies and there's truth.
You better hide when they shout: "Shoot!"
Should we duck or should we run
when we're stuck before the gun?
There's fear and then there's joy.
So hold me near, don't be coy.
I'd like to love before I go.

The horizon's bending backwards,
stretching sideways 'cross a vision
of glimm'ring hieroglyphic superstitions.

My body's feeling heavy
but my psyche just won't let me
return alone into the void.

No voice can seem to reach me
although their pleas beseech me;
can't I stay right here a little more?

I'd never stop to question
this painless vivisection
of what my life is for.

All is not as it seems.
Life flows out from your dreams,
laughing between painted scenes
of long lost memories.

Watch them dance across the night,
but stare too long and you just might
spend your time in silent delight;
lose your time to the quiet night.

Don't grab for the fading smoke and
resist the past you've broken --
don't keep a reminiscent token --
and you may find yourself awoken.

Let me tell you, my friend:
listening for whispers on the wind
can only bring about the end.
Ah, but silence may mend

reality's split seams.
Life flows out from your dreams,
laughing between painted scenes
of long lost memories.

She said it was forever
and that I surely knew.

Though we spent a lifetime together,
far apart we grew.

Now the peak has passed,
gone beyond the plateau.

A grand descent back down to earth
is all my heart could do.

She's left me feeling altered.
She's left me here askew.

She's left me here to ponder
what I thought I knew.