When you close your eyes, waking behind Somewhere ahead is the back of your mind In slumber, plunder the depths within Flotsum to skies of joys and sin A pirate you, of your own lagoon That dreams begat, yet endeth soon Another day defies the moon Another dream begins That clarity of mind and soul That's being made within the hole Of mankind and his waking toll Are dreams begun each night The what you were and could have been The silence of the silver screen The movies made within your scream The hidden is insight