I was looking over,
I was wondering,
Was I mistaken?
Thought I caught a look,
that smile said more than
any open book.
In this dreamland hideaway.
I've seen you watching me.
Do you see me, or am I a ghost?
A floating vision at most
and in the real world,
the warped walls weep,
they cry as I sleep.
Did I ever enter your dreams?
Because you crossed mine
like a bridge spanning
the rippling waterways
of my mind,
and in the real world,
did you think about me?
Did you wonder, did you ponder?
Did your mind try to fathom?
Whether any of this was real.
or did your mind sometimes wander?
Stuck so long on a detail
that never seemed quite right.
Like a light switch
that turned on no lights.
a glitch in the reality of time,
a doorway with no room behind.
Did you ever think of me?
Did I stay long in your memory?
Like you stuck around in mine
I wonder, did I misplace time?
Because I'm sure it was 6pm
but now the clock is closing in
on midnight once again,
and in the real world
the clocks are spinning backwards.
Nothing seems real, the details are wrong,
The clock is now spinning zeroes
and I notice the anomalies
the window outside,
but no place for it to be.
There is no room,
doesn't make sense to me.
I saw you here before
wondering these streets.
This little dreamworld retreat.
I knew that again
our eyes would meet,
and in these colourful dreams
did you ever think you'd be
sat there looking over at me?
Did you wonder if maybe
I'd be, looking over at you
wondering the same things too?
Who knew. Destiny had set us up
to be sat in this place, just me and you,
and in the real world,
all the birds are chirping backwards,
warbling songs out of key.
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