While the birds begin to sing their songs The sun climbs silently into the sky Fleeting dreams fade away at the breaking of day The dreamer reprieved, he opens his eyes
He gets ready for work and puts on a tie Fit for a funeral or fit for a wedding He sees during the day but its only a lie Truth to be found only when the dreamer is resting
As the sun creeps quietly down to the West The dreamer lays his head down to rest Escaping his reality to something more real He attempts to lose himself in his dream surreal
Light sets the scene as it infallibly does, The dreamer alone but feeling no fright Rosewood, as usual, the door appears Gold handle glowing bright in the light
Behind the door is an unknown world A world without convention and without ties The dreamer caught motionless in a reach for the handle Indefinitely pondering a world without lies
While the birds begin to sing their song The dreamer reopens his eyes He could only think of the rosewood door And how he did not want to wear a tie.