CAN YOU SEE ME WALKING,BLUE SKIES IN THE RAIN,
PRISMS REFLECT THE RYTHMNS OF MY BRAIN.
COASTING TO THE WAVES OF ENDLESS SEAS,
INTO THE SAILS OF SHIPS AT EASE.
CAN YOU FEEL IT TOUCH YOUR SOUL,
AND PULL YOUR LIFE INTO THE HOLE.

WELL I CAN COVER ALL YOUR NEEDS,
WITH A BLANKET MADE OF SEEDS.
AND THEY WILL GROW TO THE HEIGHTS,
TO FILL YOUR SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.
WITH FLIGHTS OF FANCY TILL YOU CRY,
MULTI COLORED TEARS GO BY AND BY.
ROLLING DOWN YOUR SKIN SO TRUE,
PICKING UP THE ESSENCE OF YOU.
FADING PLEASURES ELUDE THE TIME,
AS THE SILENTS BEGINS TO MIME.

CASCADE TO SOUNDS OF FAR EAST WINDS,
OUR QUIET RITUAL WILL BEGIN.
FEVER PITCH WILL GRIP YOUR BEING,
RAVAGED AND EMPTY WE ARE SEEING.
OUR LOVE SOON RUSHES INTO THE SEA,
LEAVING ONLY SHELLS OF WHAT WE'LL BE.

SLUMBER CAPTURES THE FINAL STAGE,
AS A BOOK ENDS ON THE LAST PAGE.
I AWAKEN AND LOOK TO SEE,
IT WAS AN ILLUSION: 'A FANTASY.'