Sand chokes my sea blue eyes
Heat like waves invite Delusion's rise
My wandering soles worn to pride
But I won't give up on paradise

'Cuz I know
There's an angel waiting
To welcome me to the oasis
And I know
I can make it to your cool shoreline and
I won't waste this, my new horizon

There's the ocean just overhead
I'm not dreaming, no, I'm not dead
I'm just hoping for a splash of rain
Some clouds to wash away Thirst's looming dread

I'm collapsing and it's not enough
I'll be buried before the sun is up
And you will never know if
I truly loved you or if this was all a bluff

'Cuz you know
I'm no angel gracing
St. Peter's golden grating
And you know
I don't know to give up my hallucination and
return to your old foundation

I may die with my bones
Exposed in blistered sunlight
But in my hand
there'll be an old photo
Of you and I

In the home I made for you,
a house built for two,
there used to be
four walls made of red brick

There laid the door to it all
its keyhole now rusted and shut
The wonderland it revealed
now a pile of dust

Sat at the center of one face
Warmth and beauty crackling
A fireplace whose purpose faded
Cold has since replaced

On the wall hung portraits of us
With smiles and heartfelt trust
The glass shattered into fine pieces
A spectacle to witness

Now at the corners I will stay
Entranced by what I've built
A house built for two
The home I made for you