Darkroom

 


Music: Bobby Shiflett | Words: David Parker

Here there is no constancy the dream remains the same
I find myself in wilderness I’m calling out your name
The winds of change are blowing and I fail to see their force
Oblivious to all I feel I find myself divorced from all that’s real

Once I was a child whose view was yet untainted
And the world and those around me were the way that they should be
The sky was green, the earth was blue and I could be in love with you
Now that I’m much wiser I find it hard to see through all that’s real
Real isn’t real, the line between the two has faded

And I know the way I feel is not the face you want to see
Still reflected in the lenses of your eyes is one who’s free
The Prophet sells a still photograph and takes this lie upon himself
By perceptions of illusions of decisions left undone
Real isn’t real, the line between the two is fading

And I know the way I feel is not a place you want to know
Still reflected in the mirror of my eyes is one who loves you so
Take my life and take my pride but in the end you wont’ be satisfied
You can only lift the lie if the light’s blown over on Border Nine
Real isn’t real I still don’t know the way I feel as the Piper calls into your space – then call your lover

And I know the way I feel there’s gotta be some greater way
And I want you so I’m dying I’m dying out today
Take these hands and take my lie and you will know it never satisfies
My perception of illusions of decisions left undone Isn’t real

“It’s been pretty simple so far
Vacation in Athens is calling
Knock knock knock on wood
If I’m to be your camera, who’s to be your verse?”

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