Back when there had to be a dream
A constant hope of someone or something...
It lingered forever, or so it seemed
But now that dream is full of singing

Of dancing beneath a sea of stars
Painted along a looking glass
A looking glass for memories far
Of the trees and the wind and the cars and the grass...

A dream that's saturated with a kiss
Now drawing breath from the past
But can the dream be detrimental?
Could it be the last?

There's ire in the domain now, too
A fear drawn from that certain part
No way of knowing which way the dream's going
Some things no longer move my heart

So will it be a hypothermic heart
Or a dream of lips beneath the stars?

Another door stands before me
Its made of glass
Shatter the glass with bleeding hands