In the morning, still dark, I woke up dreaming. I seen the hallucinations of the demons and the ghosts, but they don’t visit me anymore. Hypnopompic state had its way with me, but I still think it’s real..yes I still think it was real.

Romanticise a stupid life that will never exist

Gone through the headlights into the mist

She dances, and twists till her wind dissipates

And I haven’t been able to think for so long, of anything, but you

As long as he’s happy – Then the wind will stop dancing.