These visions dance on the tip of my tongue Skulls rotating in the darkness I wear my heart on my sleeve And dream dreams that could be reality Dancing bones in graveyards Spirits floating high I create. While life floats around me and love fills this heart of mine I can't see without you by my side So stay with me until our ashes become ashes In this world that we will eventually despise
This was written about a reoccurring dream I have had since the death of a best friend at 8yo.