Oh, set your tea by
The closet, sinister
Sighing, relieved that the door's still closed

Won't rise to meet
Meet the monster
That smiles at the scent it knows

'Cause it's safe in the dark where you left it
Wings clipped, just like you
And when that satisfied grin creeps across your face
It smiles in quiet too

Hoping you'll stay your blade
The fall of an artisan's day
Stagnate on your dreams, though your fervor remains
In playing the song writ yesterday

Isn't it nice for it to be a slow news day for you?
The grass, though you tended, is duller than you left it
Oh, let's go around again, and again
And again will your dreams remain dust

O, carousel, spectacle
Show and tell your living hell
Always the same, absolving the blame
For the callous beauty, singing like sirens
Pulling you under, it won't hear you crying

Though dust are dreams
So are we
And into ashes
Cast our destinies

A flower shows its worth
As it's swallowed by the earth
Dawning the next day to come
Yes, life goes on
I still fear the open water
Where the tide sways mystery
Is it so wrong to walk the paths
Already built for me?
Maybe
Maybe

Every imprint in the sand
Will wash and fade with time
How can I still love them?
When will I know to face the wind?