Sycamore Dreams

You’re the source
My disbelief in innocence arise
Feel that ghost seducing me
Try to reach a hand in that golden circle
You are no angel
And my heart is more than emptiness
In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees
And no one else is sleeping well
Burn me tonight
Feeling my lies slip away
Burn me tonight
And kill the demons in me
Facing a saint feeling my life slip away
Burn me tonight
Until I’m disappointed
Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me
I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake
I’m the pine float
And now you’re falling apart from me
You are no angel