We've been here before. We know that it's not home. Higher than the clouds, we swim upstream. We live with a ghost. In love with our past years. The things we hold dear are real, I guess. It sleeps next to us, sleepwalking around the house. Well, do we believe in romance, adventure? What's real anymore, and what's a dream? Will we ever know what makes us so restless: Potential or fear or boredom? Our choice, every day: Should we stay or should we leave?
Track Name: Someday Soon
All close calls and near misses. I'll fracture but not break. All things I know, unreal and without a way in. To be taken seriously, to be respected the same. I won't be "other", won't be lesser. Is my place here secure? You don't have to, don't need to. You'll never understand. "Seems so easy" doesn't apply to me. These things you'll never know. Should I feel safe? Stand strong, all alone. No one's gonna help. And when it all falls in, I'll still be right here.
Track Name: Fade Into
Head spinning, it's been days, hours long. In a dark room, a thin veil. Hide inside. So sleepless, it's been days. Hollowly. When we find ourselves alone, be a whole together. Head is spinning on my own. So sleepless, a thin veil. In between. These hours pass slowly, hollowly.
Track Name: Sunspots
Sun in our eyes, see only glare. Static, distort. A haze unreal. Awake, are we dreaming? Letting down our guard. Asleep, what is real now? Edges fade & blur. Climb through the fog. Day breaks, a light. So lost, are we found now? Letting down our guard. Warm, I can feel the light. We can hear the night. Aura: a haze. Clouded, unthought. Through hollow eyes, our hollow minds, taken.
Track Name: Artificial Gravity
A clarity of memory, we know where we are. Done differently, translated back in photos & notes. Right time & place, the wind at our backs. Through our mistakes, we'll get out intact. Now looking back, our long years behind are blurry & fade. With clarity, with memory, we know where we'll go. Right time & place, the wind at our back. Through our mistakes, we'll get out intact. Our potential - of sleepless dream, of endless night - is infinite. The years that pass now meaning less and moving so quick....