This world is right;
I'm nothing after all.
(The night is bright
with millions of my dreams
holding me safe)
Up on the sky
I dangle on a rope
above the smoke of today's defeat.
What's tomorrow but another retreat?
(If I could fly
into your thoughts tonight
and if I could find
one warm memory of me
then all the stars can die
for I will be alright.)
Here comes the Wake
eating up the light
that clothes me.
Soon enough I'll find myself
gasping on my bed,
wondering
"Am I alive or am I dead?"
(Just hold on tight
my dreams, my love, my light;
I'll come for you all one day
Through all these narrow rooms
where despair and darkness looms.
I'll find a way to smile
In the shadow
Thanks to the thought of you.)
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
This world is right;
I'm nothing after all.
(The night is bright
with millions of my dreams
holding me safe)
Up on the sky
I dangle on a rope
above the smoke of today's defeat.
What's tomorrow but another retreat?
(If I could fly
into your thoughts tonight
and if I could find
one warm memory of me
then all the stars can die
for I will be alright.)
Here comes the Wake
eating up the light
that clothes me.
Soon enough I'll find myself
gasping on my bed,
wondering
"Am I alive or am I dead?"
(Just hold on tight
my dreams, my love, my light;
I'll come for you all one day
Through all these narrow rooms
where despair and darkness looms.
I'll find a way to smile
In the shadow
Thanks to the thought of you.)
