Nightlives -

I hear the voice of six billion or more

There must be something more than this

Dysthymic and low, numb to it all

There must be something more

A plane where the skies are tamarind

My Eden

From my dreamsigns I have been given a brand new day

Ready and willing to build away

In my nightlives I have been given an endless fuse

So I can burn my nights with you

In my waking world, I can’t walk through these walls

Or feed my hands to each other

Eye-to-eye with my watch face

To me it’s flickering…

Lucidly I forge my nebulae!

From my dream-signs I have been given a brand new day

Ready and willing to build away

In my nightlives I have been given an endless fuse

So I can burn my nights with you

I imagined hell to be like this except with little more fire

Nightlives

Finally I am now awake

Yet my eyes are closed

Still my dream-signs guide me on

To the other world