In your dreams do I exist?
Because you do in mine
Am I visible through the mist
And the smell of turpentine?
What do your dreams consist of?

for those who passed too quickly
Taken all too swiftly
Shall forever live on as ghosts
Amongst memories and music notes
Remembering rainy days and rainbow

Sat upon a hollow brook
Underneath the sky
In between the pine trees
Under watchful eye
Sat here was a creature

In the nighttime you will find
Egos who are friends of mine
In the shadows you will see
The ones who’ are the death of me
Sometimes when the night has come