Be my plateau,
At least we're on a road
Lost in a reel of dream,
An old familiar but now unknown
Burdened by a bridge,
Our smiles turn to stone.
It sinks, heavy as a ghost.
The weather strikes and we erode.
I caught a glimpse of your immense soul.
It slipped an echo as it rung.
What thoughts would say of tomorrow?
Pull out their prying tongues.
To tease a fire for a flood,
What match will strike first?
A silver lining may glitter,
But it's there to cover up;
And there we stay, frauds and fakes.
Translucent skin to shed a snake.
Build to adapt,
But still bewildered
Taking it as it all goes under.
We're each so gilded.
Digging through the dirt,
There's always room for more
Searching for a clearer spot,
And in our dreams, we do implore.
I shadowed your silhouette to be cast off into the dark.
I took the high road, but it caved in too soon.
I should have followed you out of the room.
Spun like a tale from the moon,
We hit the sun too soon.
The tapes have been destroyed.
The booth has made mistakes.
We are just glimpses of the dreams we have forgotten.
from The Dream Reel
released April 14, 2017
Mike Themistocleous: Vocals/Guitar
Joe Oliveto: Guitar
Dan DeLucia: Bass
Chris Swift: Drums
Recorded and Mixed by Ryan Meyers in Syosset, NY
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