The Dream Machine

The Dream
Machine

I tell you, love, this road's going nowhere
Cobbled in promises, painted with lies ~
Wish I could think of a song to be singing
Would drive the despair from your eyes.

Lean timberwolves out stalking the shadows
Silver tongues hungering after our bones ~
And haven't you seen, the shape of the dream
Has turned to the desolation of stone.

I tell you, love, I thought that I knew you ~
Redeemer of driftwood, prince from the sea
Battered and bruised, little cherished, hard used,
Coming to rest for a time by me.

But under the light lurk beasts and demons
Talons unsheathed for us, eyes agleam ~
And back in a land where once we traveled
Bloody jaws crumple the dream machine.