Everything below me seems to wilt beneath these shoes I'm wearing thin.
And maybe one day we'll begin again and make amends before we lose her.
Finding something I can hold to make my soul just sail like a golden boat.
Cuz everything around me seems to float around so easily but, no, not me.
Hoping, waiting, for something sacred.
Once upon a time I had a dream inside this jaded head of mine.
I thought it'd be there till the end of time; all mine; sublime.
Deep inside your head's a portal to another dimension.
Find the key and feel yourself fade in, fade out.
And soon you'll see why all must be.
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