Mixing Chemicals

Up in the middle of the night writing poetry

Nothing seems to come to me

Comes to me in a dream where we meet

 

Up in the middle of the night mixing chemicals

Nothing seems to comfort me

Comforts me in a dream, patiently.

 

What will it be? You and me, yeah. Rhapsody

 

Out from the belly of a whale, it’s a miracle

Don’t believe in what you see

What you feel is real and sets you free

 

Out from the sea of chemicals to reality

Azure from the sky of dreams

There you were in between. Euphony

 

What will it be? You and me, yeah. Rhapsody

 

Something better than in the middle of fantasy

Must be something that keeps us singing in harmony

Lonely people stare