we were lost
the good kind of lost
now words can't describe
the look
the light
the shadows been made by twilight
yet there you laid

and now in my mind
the picture resides
the marks left by love
loose time leaves us

so lay so sit
with me alone
so lay so sit
it will be known
though dreams in darkness escape me
surrealist scenes dictate me
facilitate-we
so let the surreal dream last
lest let the lights come past