II. Cold Daze
      The coldness of confusion
      Hangs in the morning air as
      Brazen bells ring reality
      To announce the conquerer dawn

      Removed from nights fleeting trance
      Plunged headlong into cold days
      Where in a circle we wander
      The barren wastes of our pasts
III. Daylight Dreamers
      Daylight dreamers awaken on
      Deserts of desperation
      Lonely lives learn to live on
      islands of isolation
      Surrounded by violent oceans
      of hate and hopeless sorrows
      Daylight dreamers envision
      tranquil seas in save tomorrows

      Dreaming through the darkened day
      Along tempest torn strands
      Desperately grasping the grains
      of hope that flit through our hands
      As they fall we tighten our hold
      While the waves claim the final few
      taken without ceremony
      They drift out of view

      Washed away with the tides of time
      Slipped through our fingers as dreams do
IV. Quietus
      From sleeping visions
      Daily were torn
      In waking hours
      Hopes are forlorn
      Is all we do and all we dream
      doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?

      Wishing life were made of lasting visions
      in eternal sleep
      And if that rest were filled with sorrow
      still we'd sleep

      In the madness of a silent eternity
      We'd find solace in
      False visions that protect us
      from reality

      Enter ivory gates through midnite skies
      Daylight dreamers in private parades
      Perform before perpetual dawn
      As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.

      Ivory towers appear beyond the gate
      Invisible fortressess of escape
      Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
      Impervious to reality
V. Ivory Tower
      Behind sullen doors
      Untouched within
      Safe from summer storms
      and winter winds
      Relentless tempests
      Can weaken walls
      Towers falter when
      reality calls

      Untouchable by all without
      Lost in the silken web youth may weave
      Tangled threads seem a stronghold
      But illusions can deceive
      A cold daze plagues the air
      Driven by aging winds
      The walls give way to the rush
      and let reality in
VI. Whispers on the wind
      Misty morning on a windswept plain
      Embers of a fortress all that remain

      The seeds of life that burned within
      have flown like whispers on the wind
      From the sleepers world
      I look towards darkening skys
      Through the violet haze of summer storms
      The sun leaves tired eyes
VII.Acquiescence
      Betrayed by innocence
      Deceived by delusions
      Plagiarized promises
      Pale into empty hopes

      Ivory towers bow down
      In reference to daylight
      As dreamers awaken
      In sleepers somber shade

      Ocean waves shift leaving
      only memories
      Final traces of hope
      are swallowed in the deep

      Despair sends a certain calm
      A vague sense of relief
      Released from all our longings
      Silently we'll sleep

      Hope leads to quiet desperation
      When reality obscures the dream
      Makes the mind a grave of memories
      That wander like the lonely breeze
      Whose whispers echo through ruins rust
      of towers torn and dreams turned to dust
VIII. Retrospect (instrumental