Omega

Would you believe the things within a dream Could be true, as strange as it may seem To disbelieve in a world that sees no light Til you light it, you light it There are things that everybody knows But that ain't allowed, and I guess it really shows That we seem to live in the age of vanity Believe me, believe me I heard of a storm that could wipe the surface clean Creating a world that is bursting at the seam Would it be right to wish for better days? You tell me, you tell me I know the face that you could never show Cast to the fire and buried deep below A telephone full of long forgotten calls Forget me, forget me Never reach out, and keep me far away I don't think you, ever want to see that day We're not what we, have known so long ago The shadows, in memory