BOOK I
THE DREAM
Breaking
up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I
had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs
But
you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless
The
door to dreams was closed. Your park was real dreamless
Perhaps
you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness
But
all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming
We should be on by now...
Time, David Bowie
Everybody's
raised in blindness
Everybody
knows it's true
Everybody
feels that everything is real
Anybody's
point of view
Nobody
can break their bondage
Everyone
can feel their chains
But
even in my life I knew you found your sight
And
nothing would be quite the same
Please
help me
Who
can I be now?
You
found me
Now
can I be real?
Can I be real?
Who Can I Be Now, David Bowie
