Night 602 Lyrics

It is told

That when the sun goes down

The words unfold

The garden's walls

Within them all your possible mistakes

And flaws

Can you see your face reflected in the trees?

Or hear your voice in the stirring of the bees?

To recognize between the lines

The indicators of a waking dream

We can't start anew

We are on night six hundred two

The words wrap around you

Seems like a game

Where divergent versions of truth compete

For your attention

I've run out of tales to ease your dreams

But you're set on believing in imaginary things

To walk the line, so thin so fine

The mask beneath the face, one and the same

We'll never see

The sun set on night six hundred three

Tonight is labyrinthine

When paths converge

We chase their words

Hear them over and over and over and over and over again