Dreamland

Hold the image then amend

We don’t transform or transcend

Dive to the depths to find the bend

Your beginning is the end

Counting back from ten

You’re all the means to an end

I’ll snap my finger then

You’ll all wake up

You don’t need to see it

Can’t know why just concede

You don’t need to feel it

Can’t know why I just believed

In love

Counting back from ten

You’re all the means to an end

I’ll snap my finger then

You’ll all wake up

We’re choiceless in the end

So that’s where Ill begin

We’re always on the mend

We were always on the mend