Every face has a name
Every soul has a calling
Every dream has a message
That will leave you crawling again
For the open window in the forest
And the burning bush in the sky

It is my nightmare to fall
Into thoughtfulness in the darkness
Withering lights of towering impulses
Blown out with the hot air you breathe

Imagine a sky teaming with beauty
Imagine a home 3 stories high
Imagine a tire swing in the back
Now imagine the family no longer living inside

In a world without empty promises
Without horror and blank-morality
Stolen from the dreams, our delta state
Leaving me nothing here, but this polished slate

And it my nightmare to fall
Into the thoughtfulness dwelling in the shadows
The withering lights of towering impulses
Blown out by the hot air you breathe

One last tour around the problem
Your children may be coming home
A final ride in your hot air balloon
Spilling lies through the mouth
The sad thing is that they all forgive you

It is my nightmare to fall
Into thoughtfulness in the silence
Withering lights of quivering impulses
Blown out with the hot air you breathe