On the morning of our first apparition
We did not talk much we just swayed
Until the hour drained away
I screamed inside the empty ballroom
Our figures collapsed on the stairs
And nothing hurt at first
The ground was green and healed the soul
That much I had always known
But no more dirt upon the walls
It meant nothing was real at all
So I'll take you underneath a tree
And we can laugh at our despair
The sober burning light of day
Hurting our heads until the night
Then pressure on the swollen mind
To spit a painful stream
Pale image of a dream
Although it made me smile