The Dreaming - Jurojin

Static starlight is colouring me

In the amber-glow street light now sweeping

Through the windows

In which we all lie

Silent and crushed

Beneath these concrete memories

Can’t stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame

Turn the air to smoke

My instinct into shame

Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash

These are the echoes bleeding the past

Stretch my skin out to catch falling stars

As they tumble from orbit

They’re singing

Bringing with them ethereal notes

They come to save me from this failing memory

Can’t stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame

Turn the air to smoke

My instinct into shame

Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash

These are the echoes bleeding the past

Empty hallways

Scattered remnants of lives

Loved and lost

Brushing by the subtle dreaming

Waking now out of reach

Can’t stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame

Turn the air to smoke

My instinct into shame

Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash

These are the echoes bleeding the past