Where Our Favorite Dreams Reside Video (MV)

There was a reason for a touch more of some elegance on the matter of a lover's heart
And so he made himself presentable, he smiled and kept the peace
The whole while, lingering in the cockles of his own stillborn, and yet still beating heart
He made his way and made that old disjoined and still vibrating thing to understand
A certain language that before - to him - might have elsewise thus remained unknown
He could not sleep
The difference between the sleep he'd missed
And the sleep he'd yet to miss was far too great
And so he maintained a certain balance
By not sleeping thus at all
There was often some intense and eager soft anticipation that, perhaps
Would keep him guessing through the night, but who's to know
He was not eager to a point that in some way or another may exceed
What he may describe as patience and was apt to bite his tongue
But who's to say what Patience' claim may hold
Are we the dissidents when dissidence gives way to some intrinsic compromise
Between the softness of the setting sun and the softness of a lover's eyes
He was not in any way, of course, made foolish by a cause that could be thus described
As anything - or everything completely short of ignorance, for ignorant, he was
He had no mortal claim on Life, but held eternally its clauses and its rare petitions
Indeed, he was, for all intents and purposes, a dancer made of things like smoke and mirrors
And the darker things in Life that may in some way or another find us
In a twist between the wholly hollow and the uncompromised of heart
Ah... Ah! Sweet compromise of heart
If only in the shapes of time and hopes and dreams and such
He could be something more than what this claim may mean
He was at a turning point - 'tis true
In some intoxicating manner
And when such turning points as these
Give way to more than hopeful dreams
Some sway of conference in such consternation
Of the quiet places in our hearts that keep us
Holding onto something more intoxicating
More real and held by glues of dreams
To soft and inner recesses of hearts
That are not built or made for compromise
But for efforts made of Love
And all the soft encapsulating places
Where our favorite dreams reside