I once held hands with a lullaby

And called its tears imaginary

Folded our dreams into flowers

and tied our hearts to telephone wires

if you listen closely you can hear

all the secrets and lies that embedded themselves

into our nightmare of bloodied silence

where the lullaby beside me died

And left me with a ghost

Of everything that I had clung to

I held hands with your lullaby

Before I murdered it away

And drifted into the meadow

Of our floral dreams

Getting lost in a never-ending nightmare

I'm nothing but imaginary