Where The Real Things Go

I dream, fragments are unreal Seams closing into night Seams closing into night Save the hours I steal When I stay with her light When I stay with her light The moon hides Whispers on her secret side The moon hides Memories from her other skies I can't stay here all the time My two feet on the ground I'd rather be a bird No more kings no more crowns It was never my ideal This world of sand and steel The moon hides Whispers on her secret side The moon hides Memories from her others skies Too late now But Sometimes I don't understand Sometimes I don't understand I Don't get were the real things go