the consequences for her were too steep
but they didn't have to be
they didn't have to be

on the other side there was dreaming
it was pretty
and it was sure sweet

I carried you through the rolling windy glades
in a bear-hug hold
clasped firm and hands held tight.
on the mountainous meadow pass,
where there were endless open skies,
I carried you there

but losing you was like the death of a best friend.
so the goodbye was quick,
yet luckier than most-
a kiss on the cheek.
but I turned to be awoken by a series of questionable
wake-ups

was I just dreaming ?
for the wind at the edge of the hill was like rapture,
blowing my body away piecewise;
a dust alike to evanescent starlight