What is your most vivid memory
Down the dungeon of yesterday night?
Look into the depth of this honest woven floor
And try your feet in the coldest of your soul...
Now look down and try your eyes
Running you up from the heel 'till your dreams
Where is your Achilles' heel now you do not discern
Among those differences of just a few seconds ago?
Between iron and silver are the most stable elements
Which I believe it convenient to you, dear mine
Holding my sight and being as tangible as a component could be
Could ever be you under the tree? Flying down enough to touch me?
Or would you only beg for a piece of floor to land your murmurs
While I would struggle to survive upon your smiles and amongst?
I would rather be back to that secret place of yours
And I would expose yourself to contemplate who the real you is like...
I remembered you telling me to come on in
Asking me to harvest all your rainbows down and then imprison them
To conceal each part of it in the most secret place of mine
And I welcomed you to the real world with a whisper and a sigh
I am coming to conceal your dream case now
And I am tangling and lingering...
