Everything shifts into focus
Pummelled by sensory input overload;
This taste of clarity beckons me to repeat this experience

Burn my eyes with the brightest of lights
As the senses adapt to the otherworldly state of mind
In the sleep deprived, unconscious mind, I search for answers

I search this path alone
I search this path alone
In this city of ghosts
And were you with me, my love
I would search no more, I would search no more

For all unearthly revelations come from within
We hold the key to a tapestry of our own making

But we must be willing to look to within
And follow the inner voice as much as we can
For the voice of deceit will speak no more
Embracing the dream becomes a sin in its own way
Crushed under weight of expectation

And you will atone
You will atone

And were you with me, my love
We would search no more
Were you with me, my love
We would search no more
In this city of ghosts