Silk in a serenade, each second becomes a day. Just stay for the blink of an eye. Now I have a reason to lose control of my breathing.
Sympathy in the strings I play, not so much in the things I say, no matter how hard I try. Unaware of the passing season, am I staying or am I leaving?
Cornerstones crumble, I don't trust my senses enough. I've got a feeling nothings' real. Now I have a reason to really start screaming.
Polished brass, shattered glass in the garden. Examine the facts yet abolish the past, a history lesson isn't something I'm going to believe in.
The creases in time are seamless in my sleep. A fragile frame of mind, I hate to suppress it. I'm inclined to ask, am I awake, or am I dreaming?