Lyrics

Tip Toeing Madness
(MK Connolly and C. Newman)


Walking through cruel dreams
I hear my heart scream
My path hits a cross street
I?ve only my two feet
One will guide the second slides
Up to meet
Which will decide the way for me

Trapped in subconscious scenes
Symbols aren?t what they seem
Rolling down purple streams
Eyes seek the missing key
Trapped inside barely alive
No air to breathe
Light from the outside frees me

Angels on high swooping down
Visions of past lives coming around
Bringing daisies they found on the ground

Soaring towards mornings gleam
Darkness turns to pale green
Unveiled thoughts fail to be
Desires lived out of sleep
Basked in light awaken from night
Ripped from the dream
Visions reveal as they leave me

Tip toeing madness
Delicate sadness
The lady pretends to be queen
Obvious madness
Someone is careless
Exposing themselves in dreams


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