The Dream Reel

Be my plateau
At least we're on a road
Lost in a reel of dream
An old familiar but now unknown
Burdened by a bridge
Our smiles turn to stone
It sinks, heavy as a ghost
The weather strikes and we erode

I caught a glimpse of your immense soul
It slipped an echo as it rung
What thoughts would say of tomorrow?
Pull out their prying tongues
To tease a fire for a flood
What match will strike first?

A silver lining may glitter
But it's there to cover up;
And there we stay, frauds and fakes
Translucent skin to shed a snake
Build to adapt
But still bewildered
Taking it as it all goes under
We're each so gilded
Digging through the dirt
There's always room for more
Searching for a clearer spot
And in our dreams, we do implore

I shadowed your silhouette to be cast off into the dark

I took the high road, but it caved in too soon
I should have followed you out of the room
Spun like a tale from the moon
We hit the sun too soon

The tapes have been destroyed
The booth has made mistakes
We are just glimpses of the dreams we have forgotten