What stars have had to die
To make the light that blinds my eyes?
Now all I see is your face like silver flowers
What dreams did I wake from, did I forget
So you could make this haze so real?
Your pastel manner shakes me
I'm still dosed from hearing you
I'm still lost daydreaming
This stage ghosts in front of me
Towering to the ceiling
Profound and awake
What monsters do I kill
To put my psyche in a place where I can face
Your disobedient flair?
What type of creatures make you sing?
I hope
One of those could be me
I hope
My prospects are nonzero
I'm still trying to get you back
Get you lost daydreaming
Start a beat inside of you
Melting to the ground
Volcanic, asleep
I'm still dosed from hearing you
I'm still lost daydreaming
This stage ghosts in front of me
Towering to the ceiling
Profound and awake