The Attic Lyrics

The lamp was off at the top of the stairs

The crystal lamp, those wooden stairs

I climbed and opened the door

Through cobwebs and the dust

Long lost

With my rod and hook

Fishing in the brooks of time

Fishing in the attic of history

I hoped to catch a glimpse

But the Earth appeared before me

As carved by a young apprentice

We are all here in reality

But there's more to the story than that

I could hear the fear behind his words

I could see everything there is to see

I took a breath and swam down

Deep into forever

To salvage what I could

Mementos in a box

Taking note of everything

Behind those aged locks

Searching in the corner

At the bottom of a lake

Heirloom necessity

In the depths of my aspiration

Etched into the ceiling

Of gold leaf and royal blue, but faded

Dim in the spirals, of the night's light

A cloud of dust and temples appeared before me

And the box; the box of memories

With it I returned to the surface

To catch my breath

I had found what I had come for

I had found what I had lost

My treasure, so soon to forfeit solitude

To be born, I was quite forlorn

The heirloom that I saved

In my pocket: a sonnet

Rummage through the past

And seek what you need to find

But be careful what you wish for

Take my cautionary advice

Beneath the dust is wreckage

Of a shipwreck out at sea

And the ghosts who inhabit

This realm are thirsty, and unafraid

This is not for children

I saw what there was to see

And I believe that you shall too

A world, perfectly aligned

With everything it needs

To be rectified and true

But this is not something

That is often done

Our world, unraveling

Coming undone

Deep inside an ocean

Of blackened consciousness

Deep inside the mind

Where no one cares to go

Like so many others, forbidden

And alone

Oh, the tales that History could weave

Of the mysteries, and the woes

Of the generations gone, so long ago

So long, gone

I formed my own interpretation

About what is going on, in the attic

I did my best, with what I was given

And I will not lie to you

The hunt for truth is lonely

And the truth itself, very sad

But there's still hope

We all have ample time

As long as we don't blow it

As long as we survive