space-dye vest

dream theater

awake



music: kevin moore

lyrics: kevin moore



falling through pages of martens on angels

feeling my heart pull west

i saw the future dressed as a stranger

love in a space-dye vest



love is an act of blood and i'm bleeding

a pool in the shape of a heart

beauty projection in the reflection

always the worst way to start





"but he's the sort who can't know

anyone intimately, least of all a woman.

he doesn't know what a woman is.

he wants you for a possession,

something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.

something to own and to display. he doesn't want you to be real,

or to think or to live. he doesn't love you, but i love you.

i want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and

feelings, even when

i hold you in my arms. it's our last chance... it's our last chance..."



now that you're gone i'm trying to take it

learning to swallow the rage

found a new girl i think we can make it

as long as she stays on the page



this is not how i want it to end

and i'll never be open again





"...i was gonna move out...ummm...get,

get a job, get my own place, ummm,

but... i go into the mall where i

want to work and they tell me, i'm,

i was too young..."





"some people, gave advice before,

about facing the facts, about

facing reality. and this is, this

without a doubt, is his biggest

challenge ever. he's going to have to face it.

you're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and,

uh, and, and, and get some help here. i mean no one can

say they know how he feels."