I close my eyes, and I feel fine.
I know what will happen but it's okay.
The edges blur like an old photograph
that's where my heart is, in those blurred edges
the smudged line between now and then
I see everything in old projector screens and record players
Now I'm surrounded with stories to tell
because I was the one left to tell them
I had to
My mind goes back to the days of the ripped
tattered photos in their hands, but to me it was in plain color
It's been long since then, but I still remember
I look down at the faces of youth and smile
Because although my edges are faded and torn
They are just beginning to learn what life is.
So I sleep fine tonight, and feel no obligation to wake,
I've done all i've needed, so I dream of paradise.
