So -- so incomplete

we look into the world -- find no peace

once -- it seemed serene

we'd be forever young and so it seemed

what does it mean -- I find no answers

kept in a dream -- soft colored layers



I see myself through the looking glass

a shade of gray

a shade of black

no ups or downs

just in betweens



The gentle rain begins to fall

come with me and see it all



Rise above the world upon my wings

I was sleeping with the

sky beneath my feet



Now I drift endless and free

with the wind that carries me

what does it mean -- what does it matter

kept in a dream with soft colored layers



The gentle rain begins to fall

come with me and see it all



Rise above the world 

upon my wings

I was sleeping with the

sky beneath my feet