How long must we go on like this?
Trying to grab hold of the ocean with clenched fists?
All the while, pretending the magician don't play tricks
Illusory anchors, they hold us in place, but this ship is sailing, headed for the shores of somewhere new
Twisted trees scratch at my window, like some classic fearful scene
Stay inside the house they tell me, crawl inside your gnarled dreams
Under blankets, over pillows, I am softened so it seems
But every night I hear that wind blow, I hear it shaking up the trees
As I wander down the hallway, creaking boars warn me turn back
But there is something still familiar in the unknown magnet black
Apparitions on the stairway aim to freeze me where I stand
I realize I see right through them, they're mechanical and bland
How my mind is always rambling, never finds a place to land
I ponder fear and all its limits and desire to expand
Ride my dreams to brand new planets, make my ruby liquid plans
Pour them in my waking fire, taste the lightning in my hands
