This track is entirely based on the plot of one of my favorite novels, Haruki Murakami's "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World." Does it add up to much? Dunno. Is it something I can ever imagine using? Dunno. Sometimes you spend hours working on a MM3AM song, and then you never hear it again. Such is life ...
lyrics
lingering whispers as the snow falls
I can’t remember what she said
I always seem to be forgetting
The color of the blood she shed
I traced perimeters, made mappings
and when the winter sun it fades
I’ll cross the vineyards through the trap door
hidden locks on ancient gates
Long shut
The creatures gather round
Wonder where they go
Lost my sense of sight
In the falling of the snow
I trace the seams of light
To read the dreams again
The writing on the page worn thin
but long before the evening summit
I wake again and take my place
the same old stone room, so familiar
To read the old dreams, full of grace
Once more
So maybe I’ll just close my eyes here
let the snow fall through the door
I can’t recall if there were treasures
I left behind worth troubling for
Lost dreams
The creatures gather round
Wonder where they go
Lost my sense of sight
In the falling of the snow
I trace the seams of light
To read the dreams again
The writing on the page worn thin
The wall is here to hold
The river flows so cold
The smoke is mine to burn
My shadow watching over me
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