So Sharp It Bites

Like a dream
Slowly fading
Holding ashes in my heart
A fire from yesterday

It's the whisper of song
When the choir are long silenced
And their eyes are closed
Dreaming, always dreaming

That one wisp of hair
Refuses to be tamed
Fragments of memories
From years of storytelling
Always unfinished

Like a dream
Slowly fading
Holding ashes in my heart
A fire from yesterday

And it's dark
Like the ink of a painting
So blurred, so surreal
So like life

Then I'm here with you
Once again
Caught in a fantasy
From years gone by

Memories consume me
And suddenly my vision clears
The embers begin to glow
And as I look around
It's so sharp it bites