At the break of dawn
I still don’t belong

Broke down figurines of my past keep me from dreaming
Dreaming sweetly of things
Unknown to any but two
Two whose dreams are the same

The dreamers conspire without knowing
Two birds of a feather
Two feathers of a bird
I dared to differ from the sound
Bound by the ropes of my thoughts
Throwing the obvious into the pouring rain
I threw my heart away

My only source of warmth’s beating so obvious
Not even the most opaque wall could hide

The broke down figurines of my past keep me from dreaming
Dreaming sweetly of things
Unknown to any but two
Two whose dreams are the same

At the break of dawn
I still don’t belong

The ghosts of my future
Now present and past
Bring thoughts of a rushing river

I threw the obvious into the pouring rain
Camouflaging what I classified
As nothing more to gain
Then falling from the sky

The broke down figurines of my past keep me from dreaming
Dreaming sweetly of things
Unknown to any but two
Two whose dreams are the same

At the break of dawn
I still don’t belong

Two peas of a pod
Two pods of a pea
Who was I to differ from the sound?
Bound by the ropes of my own thoughts
I tried to find her voice
To seek her out
I threw the obvious into the pouring rain
And trapped in my own thoughts

Broke down figurines lingering keep me from my dreams
Dreams of sweet things
Unknown to any but two
Two whose dreams are the same

At the break of dawn
I’ll admit I was wrong
I threw the obvious away
Into the down pour of pain
Then falling to my lips
He placed a gentle kiss
And at the break of dawn
I’ll find where I belong