Moving Parts / Fever Dream

It's 6 AM in the morning I walk down these empty streets Everyone is wide asleep As I pass this forest made of stone I contemplate about what I've built In the last few years Is it a new home Or just another stepping stone? I don't know And questions pour down like waterfalls And the city remains the question For I am the waterfall My friends I'm about to set out into this world My bones are poisoned So much heavier than in the past My anxious mind can't seem to find rest My friends This is it A late goodbye Or maybe It's see you later I let you decide I packed my things Drained the colour out of my flat Daringly close to reset And I can't seem to find some rest So close the door Leave the keys on the floor I don't need you here anymore In these four walls Slowly breathing Departing from old values He silently tries to rearrange strings in his mind With a bruised frame Which stoked a fire inside I'm decisive I'll pioneer with no doubt But the road May it be riddled with stones Is and always will be My hopeful path Moving on No mileage counter Breathing in smoke Exhaling echoes Fantasies, framed fiction Are like a fever dream