THE AGE OF TANGLED DREAMS
The sky has grown heavy
With the weight of mens' dreams
Once, it was empty
Just the moon and the sea
It contains every sorrow
Every vision and dream
The stars serve as anchors
To the things we can't see
The sky weighs heavy
In the age of tangled dreams
The stars, they are falling
To grant its release
Our lifetimes move quickly
In feverish sleep
They are only small windows
From which we can see
In the age of falling stars
I can hear the sky scream
We are born to forget
What we're destined to see.
