We stood before the castles in the sky,
the beautiful thing, the dull sensation
no longer exists inside of this lie,
never believing that accusation.
Listening to that music box, worn out
like all of the feelings we tried to keep,
and now we wonder what this is about,
helpless as these fairy tales become cheap.
Only five minutes until the clock strikes,
the daydream we share will be broken,
and that undone puzzle is nothing like
the words we needed that stay unspoken.
We wake up, forgetting that love we lost,
that romance we will never come across.