You're Only Dreaming




Pulling myself apart

Is quite an art

Sometimes too easy

At times, a piece might fall

And I won't recall

Where the streets are leading


I'm always running into myself

Or someone else

In some strange reaction

It's alright, but what's the thrill?

I've had my fill

Of chromatic passion


When I closed my eyes

Her face just passed me by

And each crowded room

Became an empty sigh

And I wondered if I died

She said: no, you're only dreaming


Moving like sheets of glass

And the scenes all clash

In the twilight window

So I turned, and looked away

But the spark remains

In the view that follows