Sean Lawrence - MYSTICMOON
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(hook)
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I’m building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i’m still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
(verse 1)
I watch with regret all the things of the past
I wish i'd forget and i wish it would pass
How i was so selfish, and dark in my thoughts
And now that i've felt it, i've never forgot
I think of them all, those living and not
I wish i could call, give all that i've got
To tell you i’m sorry, i wish i was better
This life is a story, on pages of matter
Mother forgive me, i thought i was good
I thought i was doing the best that i could
But now i’m all grown, and i see back in time
When i had a home, and when i had a life
Oh father believe me, things aren't so clear
Some things make more sense when we’re no longer here
Hope to grow big, undeterred by the fear
That eats like a pig from the courage of leaders
I'm 22 now, how much more to go?
The questions so loud, and the answers so low
The voice is around, baby i just gotta grow
But the earth is so foul, with vibrations so slow
The clouds are approaching, the unknown is near
The darkness encroaching, the people in fear
The planets align and the forces at play
There'll be time for life and there'll be time for a change
(hook)
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i’m still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
(verse 2)
At midnight in the month of june
I stand beneath a mystic moon
I listen to the spirits croon
Unveiling destinies from which to choose
I hear the owl's haunting song
As it monitors the whole night long
And the bat's creeping flight
As it turns the sound to sight
In this still and sullen weather
Sprinkling drizzle light as feathers
Battling with the forces within
I no longer know what i should think
Like dust in the chaos of a storm
Gazing upon some spectral forms
Watching, always with a stoic gaze
Waiting, always for the end of days
Phantoms, good and evil, tune in to my show
Circling around me invisibly, slow
Transmitting dreams too fantastic for mortals
Inviting me inside their mysterious portal
What wonders and sensations
Await for me there?
What horrors and temptations
Trail me from the devil's lair?
Angels watching, guarding true
In a realm with no description
At midnight in this withered june
The spirits call for conscription
(hook)
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I’m building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i’m still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
(verse 1)
I watch with regret all the things of the past
I wish i'd forget and i wish it would pass
How i was so selfish, and dark in my thoughts
And now that i've felt it, i've never forgot
I think of them all, those living and not
I wish i could call, give all that i've got
To tell you i’m sorry, i wish i was better
This life is a story, on pages of matter
Mother forgive me, i thought i was good
I thought i was doing the best that i could
But now i’m all grown, and i see back in time
When i had a home, and when i had a life
Oh father believe me, things aren't so clear
Some things make more sense when we’re no longer here
Hope to grow big, undeterred by the fear
That eats like a pig from the courage of leaders
I'm 22 now, how much more to go?
The questions so loud, and the answers so low
The voice is around, baby i just gotta grow
But the earth is so foul, with vibrations so slow
The clouds are approaching, the unknown is near
The darkness encroaching, the people in fear
The planets align and the forces at play
There'll be time for life and there'll be time for a change
(hook)
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i’m still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
(verse 2)
At midnight in the month of june
I stand beneath a mystic moon
I listen to the spirits croon
Unveiling destinies from which to choose
I hear the owl's haunting song
As it monitors the whole night long
And the bat's creeping flight
As it turns the sound to sight
In this still and sullen weather
Sprinkling drizzle light as feathers
Battling with the forces within
I no longer know what i should think
Like dust in the chaos of a storm
Gazing upon some spectral forms
Watching, always with a stoic gaze
Waiting, always for the end of days
Phantoms, good and evil, tune in to my show
Circling around me invisibly, slow
Transmitting dreams too fantastic for mortals
Inviting me inside their mysterious portal
What wonders and sensations
Await for me there?
What horrors and temptations
Trail me from the devil's lair?
Angels watching, guarding true
In a realm with no description
At midnight in this withered june
The spirits call for conscription
(hook)
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
I dream a dream that you tell me not to live
And i'm still searching for the fucks you told me i should give
I'm building yet another castle made of sand
And there's hardly anytime 'fore the water comes again
