I'm on the edge of my dreams,
Balcony déjà vu with the smell of gunpowder
And tiny sparks sprinkled over
Tiny stars aimed up at the sky.
She responds in liquid state,
In softer echoes from the lake.
It all fades before it falls,
What I gave to take it all back
For synthetic lightning and thunder snap;
I wake from my cozy hypnosis.
I see the light tonight,
It's real and I know it.
Just wait for time to make you known
Just wait for time to take us home.
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