A Journey To The South
Capture your dreams, and you will die
Contentment leads to suicide
Just [?] the ghosts hovering above your bedside
They're not there to bring you light
Between the blinks of the sun
Dust has scattered
Between the blinks of the sun
Dust has gathered
A journey to the south that never ends
Relying on the dust to be your friend
Clawing, grasping at imagined fingers
They're not there to bring you life
Between the blinks of a dead sun
Dust has scattered
Between the blinks of a dead sun
Dust has gathered
A dream came to you in the night that changed it all
And when I look at the sky each night, it's not there at all
Between the blinks of the moon
Dust has scattered
Between the blinks of the moon
Dust has gathered
And between the blinks of a dead moon
Dust has scattered
Between the blinks of a dead moon
Dust has gathered
So capture your dreams, and you will die
Contentment leads to suicide
Just ask the ghosts hovering above your bedside
They're not there to bring you light
And they're not there, they never were