Underworld/Overworld

Underworld/Overworld

Sidewalks in a dream within a dream
The old smell of earth, bathed
The brand new taste of furious skies
Unseen rooms and hidden aisles of my home
Birds as sparks into the evening
Circling, diving
It's more like if I was the river
That I see from here
Some hearts never stop
Have to leave now
Feel at home in my dream
But it is yours now


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So, if the good die young, I have to be the worst of them all.

What Rides Through Silver Skies

What Rides Through Silver Skies

Here is where we are.
Ahead, the past. Quiet lights.
Let go your dreams and days.
Break out through songs and nights.
Silent waters wash our minds.
Leave now.

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The only difference between dream and reality is continuity. Another night, another dream. Another day, same life. And if the dreams start being like a continuous journey, you'll have two lives to live at once, and that is more than you could handle.