every night i waited by the fountain, my heart beneath that twisted rundown tower
crashing with the waves against blackrotted rocks
the frontgate open,
my secrets guard themselves
but the hidden cellardoor, heavy with the weight of the dark depts of the wild wild sea
i waited for those small sweet clues, they lend themselves to me with such apparent ease
is it all a dream
requiem, my soul
requiem
you are yesterdays dream, nothing else
in this waking life i drift on an empty slate
round and round in the same tired tracks until we reach the middle and you play out the same move
and over again on furthest of rings
except this time
the record stopped
with a sigh it just
stopped
in the sigh of the night
thats where the big thoughts hide
shyed away in the depth of the mind
but never too far away
as your voice reaches me
it stirrs my soul awake
a force so genlte in its strenght
i will sleep tomorrow
tonight we glide
