i dreamed of red sand along golden lips in a snowstorm, in an eclipse of the moon in a little figment of imagination i believe it was truth as i wanted it to be
something like an old time breeze by the bayside they named ill at ease, and the door frames all broke loose and i said, "please, please, please, don't let me be this way i don't wanna be stuck here, don't wanna be stuck and misled along my way"
if this makes any sense in the end rest assured i had the worst of intentions i'm so glad i changed somewhere along the way i'm so glad i changed, maybe
tick tock, the mind locks you in a room you never wanted to be in, and i wish i never saw myself deep inside the old blue life i hope the haze never comes back, i hope i see so clear i stay awake
i hope when the lighter side of your dark hair burns in the sunlight, pleading i hope it makes you laid back i hope it helps you breathe again
and if it's not as clear as you want it to be i hope it stays true to you i hope you don't have to forget me along the way