The New

I am a spell, a question in the nightThe dream you left behind, the memories you forgotThe dark when it’s light the day when its nightI am the end of the beginning and the start of the new We dance with words, I take the leadWe sing our sorrows we push for peaceYou love and hate, I hate to loveWe are the same but in the end, we are so different When we walk these same roads at nightWe sing those songs that sang us awayYou pick a rose at midnightI burn the garden to the ground This house is a prison, this heart a tombMy mind and its division you and your woundI walk and talk the way you want toYou dream in ways I dream of I am a festival I am a paradeYou’re a procession, following a sermon You carry the doll houseI keep us safe inside