I held a world between my teeth once Swearing it would be enough I held a star between my fingers Swearing it would be enough Enough To get out of bed Instead I stay within the soft fog Within the safest odds Sedated in a vast dreamy wash The somnambulist's hand runs through a haze of reeds Feigning serenity Hiding from reality I'm losing faith A path in autumn The crunch of leaves Eden becoming memory Is this how we’re meant to be? Are we supposed to be collapsing? It started with an echo and just a hook of Moon Or perhaps a groan? Spilling out unto the ochre sprawl The final portal calls And the dream begins to fall But I'm not quite ready to wake up And I'm not quite ready to lose your touch If I stay in the dream with you If I keep dancing this pas de deux Then it’s illusion that I choose It’s the calm, imperfect blue But I need there to be more I need there to be more I need a reason for it all The dream needs to fall Into the scent of a late day storm Into the taste of a memory, warm Into distortion and reborn Into the salt and the dust and the haze So that it all has meaning So that it all keeps breathing So that it all was for something From Eden I'm divorced A path in autumn The crunch of leaves Eden becoming memory This is how it’s meant to be