I'm kneeling inside a room, she paints me blue again...
I had the dream last night,
the one where you're alive
throwing back your head,
beautiful golden hair flapping in the wind
and like always, you tell me
we're as close as we're getting
to divine;
these are the moments we
slip in between
on our way to godliness.
you are clapping off beat,
but just so,
I am basking in heat,
but I know
as real as it seems,
I have to let go,
and then...
the alarm clock claims you back.