Everything that we are
Everything that we were

There are roses in the bramble
The dabs of color fade

Yet another day
For us to fall away
And I am dreaming of a place
Where I can see your face

Chains restrain
Never take the chance
Wire cuts at my legs
May I have this dance?

Ordinary
Extraordinary
Live the life of a bird
Under the shell of absurd

Wings haven’t got the right
To sing to you at night
And so I stay
Before we all fade

Everything that we are
Everything that we were

Lines across my face
In this other place
Not home I’m afraid
I am not there, no

I’m dreaming of satin
I’m dreaming of lace
I know it all to well
This other place

And the scars upon our face
Inclined, the egret might say
There is no grace