written by Tim S Poma

Pull my head up off this floor
Look around to see there is no score
As were left trembling on all fours
We realize this glass house has no doors

Have I been asleep?
Or in a trance I can’t think
Did I get drunk off there drink
Or are we all going to fall from the brink?

Love your dreams hate your screams
And scream for the right to dream
As silent angels scream
That our day dreams
Are good enough to scream!

Let the anger be your reason
Let the fall be your season
As we multiply and divide
We let the truth slide
Forever dreaming of a fairy tale
Which turn in to a nightmare
The answers are falling fast
I just hope there are enough words of reason
At witch to grasp
As the hibernation of my love breaks the glass


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