Soaring into thoughts unspoken
Chasing ghosts, and things unbroken
Finding devastation isn't always what it seems
Sometimes, what seemed just a notion
Lost somewhere in all commotion
Never really faded, for we feel it in our dreams
With every cloud we dance upon
As darkness flees before the dawn
And laughter comes much more than just a voice inside our heads
We bleed the words, we write the songs
With every right and every wrong
Until our inner muse is satisfied with what we've said