she is not real

we were wasting time
just wasting time
we were out of signs
out of signs
no more morning light
no morning light
to guide us through the night
the end of night

and while the shadows shook and quaked
sensing a mistake
perhaps a moonless rain?

and while the matter was in play
the questions all remained
we must have been mistaken...

she is not real

we were drunk on wine
drunk on wine
pretty much all the time
all the time

she circled through my mind
through my mind
spirits have speeds of light
and hearts of fire

and while the shadows shook and quaked
sensing a mistake
perhaps a moonless rain?

and while the matter was in play
the questions all remained
we must have been mistaken...

she is not real