Every night, I close my eyes
and imagine myself high in the skies...

You're looking at me
asking me, who is to blame...

When you think all is won
that's because reality has not yet begun...

I always think of you, ever since i can remember
i can't speak to you so i wrote you this one...

Dusty, squeaky clean bones tucked from sight
Hidden, buried, afraid to experience the light...