Steam house of dreams collapsing into a white colored dream
begins to encroach my ankles and i smile at the watery touch.

I tear up and they jump away to join the heat
I just stand, shaking my arms in joy.

I walk into a bigger puff of smoke as the dreams collapse again
and I don't know my right from left or enough to keep going.

I simply let my legs lead the way as my hands stretch forth in to the white
and I grasp the wet spots of air, hoping to hold on to what i used to love.

Running now, my feet pitter-patter on the wet slate
and i trip on my toes.

My nose is the first one to go
as red dye fills the once white cloud

Now, again,
I see you and me.

And that steam house of dreams rises once more from the red drops
the ones spreading across the wet floor

Now, again,
you're here with me.