Timeless Oceans

The way it makes me feel, ethereal
Memories are meant to be distorted and bent
And they control us all and live among us in different forms
And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet
And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet
And in our sleep prepares us for the day we meet
We just aren't aware, we are constrained beings
Living in a constrained reality
Where imagination is the only key
To another world
Not through science, not through space
But through the only way
But through the
The third eye
And as we search for meaningless evidence
When the truth is as invisible as all the ancient winds
(ask yourself)
What do you see?
What do you dream?
In this reality, is it truly me you see?
In this reality, is it truly me that you see?
What do you see?
What do you dream?