The Stuff That Dreams are Made of

This is the stuff that dreams are made of

What do you say about that?

Why would you care about that?

This is the love that claims your life

Though you say your heart can't cry

Why can't your broken heart cry?

I met with death and she told me your name

She whispered it in my ear

Guided me home through the long and dark night

She said you would meet me here

She is so calm

It's almost as if I they were nowhere around to be seen

She tells me things I missed while I was gone

Those days in between

The gravel is stained red where she stands

She must be a ghost, her face is white

Though I can't really recall her complexion

Before she passed on

Are we as children, naive, in the presence of the great void?

I am amazed by it all, what our ignorance destroy

And so now forever I fall

But she is so calm

It's almost as if I they were nowhere around to be seen

She tells me things I missed while I was gone

Those days in between

This is the stuff that dreams are made of

Why do you care about that?

Why would you care about that?

This is the love that claims your life

Though you say your heart can't cry

Why can't your broken heart cry?

Have we moved on to a safer place perhaps?

This death seem so easy, so tender and warm

It embraces me with open arms

Maybe this is where I belong

The stark reality of missing you hits me so hard

Struck down by an open palm, I can't stand my ground

And so now forever I fall