You sleep tight.
I'll endure this lonely night.
So silently and tranquil
I wait for my new dream to come
Dream Maker answer me this?
Have you ever crafted a dream so completely divine...
So utterly faultless...
So absolutely enchanting ...
That you had to shatter it?
Break it into infinite pieces and pieces of pieces.
So all could catch a piece.
And rejoice in your grandeur.
Or did you shatter it because.
It was your instant of perfection.
And the reflection of never being that again.
Scared you.
I ask you why because here I drift alone.
In the kingdom of your beautiful broken dream.
Somewhere between here.
Somewhere between there.
Set adrift among the pieces of bliss.
Stopping occasionally to peek a look.
Sometimes it's still beautiful here you know.
This place still has its exceptional allure
The way the sunlight dances across the pieces of this broken dream.
Or the way the pale moon casts out reflections of my soul.
Melancholy metaphors still have no significance here.
All that's heard are the endless echoes of innocence.
Or is all thats left deja vu.
A reflection of a splendorous reflection.
Dancing this grand ballet till morning light.
Ever so close, ever so fleading.
Shattered perhaps.
But for tonight here I'll stay.
So silently and tranquil.
Among the pieces of this dream.
I'll endure this lonely night.
So silently and tranquil
I wait for my new dream to come
Dream Maker answer me this?
Have you ever crafted a dream so completely divine...
So utterly faultless...
So absolutely enchanting ...
That you had to shatter it?
Break it into infinite pieces and pieces of pieces.
So all could catch a piece.
And rejoice in your grandeur.
Or did you shatter it because.
It was your instant of perfection.
And the reflection of never being that again.
Scared you.
I ask you why because here I drift alone.
In the kingdom of your beautiful broken dream.
Somewhere between here.
Somewhere between there.
Set adrift among the pieces of bliss.
Stopping occasionally to peek a look.
Sometimes it's still beautiful here you know.
This place still has its exceptional allure
The way the sunlight dances across the pieces of this broken dream.
Or the way the pale moon casts out reflections of my soul.
Melancholy metaphors still have no significance here.
All that's heard are the endless echoes of innocence.
Or is all thats left deja vu.
A reflection of a splendorous reflection.
Dancing this grand ballet till morning light.
Ever so close, ever so fleading.
Shattered perhaps.
But for tonight here I'll stay.
So silently and tranquil.
Among the pieces of this dream.
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