We are the characters we play in our
real lives
And stranger things happen
When the world is in the midst
Of a chaos that was thrown down
Many years ago...
And many years ago
The world was thrown down!
For this is a wondrous thing, right?
The salt of the earth has fallen down!
Intensely it derails all memories
I tell you
This may be a story of dreams
Behold the stranger things
Coming to get me,
For my heart is made of stone!
And if you crack it open
There is a soul in there,
For my soul is your soul
All the time,
And flowers begin to rot
In the midst of this town
And many people have seen
These flowers bloom,
And my life is planned
Yet the future holds
Such flowers...
Such evasive flowers ruin my heart!
And such things we see at night
Have no meaning
Yet I am a victim of disillusion!
Such things in the world are a mystery,
A mystery I can\'t conceive...
Such pretty flowers roam all day
In a forest of green
And I wonder what the meaning is...
Show me the Christmas lights
That spare no riddles
Show me love
That is real,
For the real world is cruel and
dismantled
I want to die in this place
Behold the wayward flowers
That have turned me cold...
For there are tears in my eyes
That aren\'t real,
For there is a hole outside of my house
I wonder if I can crawl through it
For the real world shall begin
And I shall no longer feel like the victim.
Do you want to bind me in your garden?