Paul Bergmann - Old Dream

I walked on the dark side of everyone's everything more
And wondrous fairies they walk through the crack in the door
Walls of old pavement shine quick like a glimpse of the moon
Friends that I've had, like towers they shoot to the moon

My fate has been sealed and I watch from my bedroom door
The city winks dim in the map of the floor of my mind
Drifting bodies on the streets made from blood and from bone
They feel the wind as it washes from sky to alone

If seas of memory crashed in the waves of my head
If floods of foresight whipped the hat from your hair
I'd split into pieces, two big smiles, one dark eye
Worlds of sadness and inklings of happiness, I cry