watching all the days pass by
existence is our only need
and yet we dream of things that can never be
and cling to thoughts of hopelessness

islands we live on searching for the shore
listening to the sound of the waves
alone amid the crowd
voices whispering inside our heads
of wonders that will never be

men in black carrying wooden boxes
filled with life gone by unsated
girls in dungarees sit next to lonely brides
and wait for the moment their groom arrives

knights on white horses, lances in hand
carrying them off to a wonderland
waiting forever til that day
when the men in black suits

carry them away

(thank you tre)