Torrid churning
Like a firecracker
Sparks flying
Like a circuit breaker
That's all
That I could
Could chase down
Memories sputter
Like a talkie picture
My mind's cluttered
Like a room with fixtures
I can't
Getaway
O'round
What was suppose to be
We made in dreams
And what Is left
We Make Believe
Just to Hopefully
Hopefully
Go on
Colors sparkle
Like jewels in motion
Lightning crackles
Like a crashing ocean
That's all
I can make
Make or sound
Fortune turning
Like a zoetrope
Fires blazing
Like kaleidoscopes
I cannot
Turn away
Or wound
What was suppose to be
We made in dreams
And what Is left
We Make Believe
Just to Hopefully
Hopefully live
And go on
What was suppose to be
We made in dreams
And what Is left
We Make Believe