Well, I know we made a lot of mistakes
In trying to mend a heart when it breaks
Well, I'm sorry for the things we’ve done
That pushed us away

It’s quiet in the palace of dreams
Where all our intuitions seem to speak
Under darkness of a melody
That plays through the day
All my ways

Leave me drowning in the mention
Of all my best intentions
Fall through days
Buried in the sickness
Can I get a witness?

At the circus of American dreams
Self-portraits come at quite the fee
Hall of mirrors, tilt a whirling
That world away

Could you find it if you only could reach?
Would you speak it if you only could speak?
Could magic become what you know
As part of your ways
On the stage
Curtain call is empty, the audience has envy