song

if i wake from this dream
i will hang my soul to dry on the nearest growing tree
on the earth my naked feet
i'll step inside the room and ask my past if it was ever real

and when i die you shall not cry
because death is just like oceans kissing the morning sky
and you're there and we're here
i scream in the silence of the night so maybe you could here

and you're there and we're here
you screamed a thousand years ago so that we could be free
and this stone is like my brain
there's a secret line written on it by the fingers of your hand

and when i go i won't turn back
i'll fly like ashes in the wind or cinders in the beams of light