For the hour grows late and I'm allout of fate
I've been roaming though the streets of my mind
And I know not, what you may be, if you'll be
able to find.
I'm not just playing nice when I roll these dice
my cards go for the table when I look at you
And I'd like to lift you up and carry
all that you're going through.
Just a vision of a song,
just a melody nearby,
just a framework of wings,
is it on illusions that I fly?
For the mirror of affection
keeps me locked into this cage
that I build from all the roses
thrown down from the stage.
Yet I feel like a journey
has only yet begun
And you'll always be welcome
to cherish the same sun.
