Painful smiles and Perfect scars
Crescent moon and clouded stars
I doubt that anything we see was ever really ours
Words that we don't mean
Faults we can't redeem
What exactly separates reality from dream?
Not much open space
Winds that like to race
In the midst of all the chaos sat a pretty face
Eyes move side to side
Commence a graceful stride
Smile a smile that makes them say "that smile is surely fine"
Wounds untouched by man
Extend across the land
Impossible to mend them all although they say we can
Alone a lady stands
Til a man holds out his hand
They dance until the music stops and they're lonely once again
Cities set in stone
Much too big to roam
No one's traveled far enough to call this place their own
