Restless Nights

our hopes and dreams float about the air, caught in webs/strands wavy hair. spiders -- they seek to devour every unborn hour. this reminds me of a lucid nightmare of all these listless nights and all these fistless fights... remember when we got along? our voices lent themselves to this song and they echo through misled, cloudy obscurity our starry-eyed, make-believe maturity... our memories float about the air...