Eidolon

Once I dreamed I chose your name
But the system stayed the same
Players of a game

And the weather didn't change
Leaving windows with a stain
Of movements that remained

Planted words within your frame
And the ceilings tear away
Bits of paper with your name

There's the beauty of a pew
And the depth of mind enters you
What would it be like?

You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces

Now the view comes into bloom
And with time it takes in room
Placed upon a stage

Slowly hours turn into days
Mapping lines in just one place
Sorries in your face

The wind is soft upon your hair
Making waves within the air
Naked with you now

Taking nights the way they come
Leaving footprints as you start to run
Below there's nothing now

You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces

You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces

You're feeling these
They're awful now
Just stop choosing bees
They'll kick you out

Too proud to mourn
But lazy enough to stay
Just stop choosing bees
These pieces too tough to wear

You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces