Grab the things you need
And throw away the rest
A darker soil to seed
Makes room to leave your nest
4.As sirens fill the day
My thoughts die again
Climb hills to get away
What’s saved is also spent
It’s an open dream, left between the seams, a dream
Walk several miles and wait
The road will take you home
There’s no time that’s too late
Days stand on their own
It’s an open dream, left between the seams
A dream, that lies awake
Once seen, pretends to sleep
To sleep