You woke up in a Metaphor
in the Labyrinths of February
stuck alone on aisle 4
couldn’t see you anymore
glowing on my monitor
You whispered through a megaphone
from the Labyrinths of February
singing of your broken hope
as seen through a kaleidoscope
With a silhouette like Terpsichore
through the fabric of February
I couldn’t find you anywhere
no matter how hard I would stare
but its all about the clothes you wear
And maybe you’re just not aware
and asleep in a different dream than me
tossing through the empty sheets
ready to admit defeat
And I can’t let it come to that
I’m walking the fairy tale streets
closing all the broken doors
cuz those were what the past was for
And I hope that I find you before
you cut down the forest for the trees
and settle for a guarantee
trade yourself for tragedy
As snowflakes fall onto the floor
in the Labyrinths of February
still searching for you everywhere
I know that we could be a pair
so maybe you could meet me there
Five ghostly folk songs described by Dayydream as being on the border of imagination & reality, all wreathed in delicate echo. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 6, 2022