Close the door and drift away
into a sea of uncertainty
where all your hopes and dreams
have faded out of reach.
Remember all the bad dreams
are not far from reality.
Would you write again for me?
(Let me whisper something in your ear).
And you awake and there you are
not far off from the line before.
And just how long did it take for you to understand
where your feelings stopped and writing began?
Convince yourself to take control
play to the hilt this unlikely role.
Remember all the bad dreams
are not far from reality.
Will you write again for me?
And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don‘t want to then you could at least pretend
that the paper‘s your sould and the blood‘s in the pen.
And maybe then you‘d see the light
and read the truth, that you had to write.
If heaven sent you downstream
where banished eyes haven‘t been
would you smile again for me?
You misread your fate line
had long run out ahead of time.
Would you write again for me?
And you awake and there you are
not far off from the line before.
And just how long did it take for you to understand
where the feeling stopped and the writing began?
Convince yourself to take control
play to hilt this unlikely role.
If heaven sent you downstream
where banished eyes haven‘t been
would you smile again for me?