Actual

I Hate This Place

Compositor: Sean Nerney

What's real anymore?
The possibilities
I've woken lucid
In this dream before
Reached out to her
Waiting there for me

And we speed to the horizon
The wind races through her hair and
All the colors they rush by
The world blurs out
And fades to white again

Alone in the morning light
Dew dropped blades of grass
Across my face
Surrounded by the shapes and forms
I used to know
Run and never come back
To this place

And we cross the sky by starlight
The crystals in our eyes and
All the people they won't know
Where we have gone
And where we'll go
We'll leave the lies
That they call truth
Forget how we squandered
Our youth
And start again out somewhere new
Where it'll be
Just me and you

We speed to the horizon
The wind races through her hair