To Live In a Waking Dream
A Fantastical Thing
Of Places Never Ever Wrong
The Retreats Of Things Unknown
Escaping Back To Years Ago
When Words Were Just For Show
And No One Ever Hurts
And Dying Never Occurs
Because The Dreams We Have Fly On
And The Summers Never Gone.
For The weaved Hands Will Never Break.
Or Falter By Mistake.
While The Masks Are Yet To Fall
And The Evil Never Found
Just Spinning So. Forever Out Of Bounds
Closing Eyes To stay There Forever.
Closing Eyes To stay There Forever.
Escaping All But Dreams, Escaping All But Dreams.