When we came into the ballroom it was all ablaze
Bells ringing overhead and echoing through
the hall where a symphony once played variations on a theme...
City lights out to the freefall edge
down to the blackwater and an eternity of silence
wandering across the salted fields
and planting seeds with high hopes for the harvest...
We descended upon the city of secret lights
With a hunger for the world in our hearts
Chasing the taste of a dream we once had
For a moment passing through catatonia to new sight...
From atop the highest tower in the city
You can imagine that, far off on the horizon,
The fires of the battlefield are just visible
As reflections of stars uncaring on the world below...
Where the moon’s reflection meets the city’s edge
I boarded a ferry to cross over with the rest
To a place that has always waited for us
This, the final passage of dreamers...
The cobbler stands out front of his shop
Smoking a cigarette on the street corner
And I’m thinking how close he is to a storybook character
Maybe he is one...
A cold city speaks of storybooks
Cracks in the pavement spell out the final chapters
Footsteps in the snow dotting i’s and crossing t’s
A saga complete with no voice to read it aloud
Yet heard by all who stop to listen.
I thought I could forget the day you slipped
The day I lost you and so much more
Truth is, there’s so many things now I want to forget
It’s impossible to make it through them all.