space-dye vest
dream theater
awake
music: kevin moore
lyrics: kevin moore
falling through pages of martens on angels
feeling my heart pull west
i saw the future dressed as a stranger
love in a space-dye vest
love is an act of blood and i'm bleeding
a pool in the shape of a heart
beauty projection in the reflection
always the worst way to start
"but he's the sort who can't know
anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
he doesn't know what a woman is.
he wants you for a possession,
something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
something to own and to display. he doesn't want you to be real,
or to think or to live. he doesn't love you, but i love you.
i want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and
feelings, even when
i hold you in my arms. it's our last chance... it's our last chance..."
now that you're gone i'm trying to take it
learning to swallow the rage
found a new girl i think we can make it
as long as she stays on the page
this is not how i want it to end
and i'll never be open again
"...i was gonna move out...ummm...get,
get a job, get my own place, ummm,
but... i go into the mall where i
want to work and they tell me, i'm,
i was too young..."
"some people, gave advice before,
about facing the facts, about
facing reality. and this is, this
without a doubt, is his biggest
challenge ever. he's going to have to face it.
you're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and,
uh, and, and, and get some help here. i mean no one can
say they know how he feels."