Fake Eyelashes

I wonder if we’re in the space between.
Where shadows haunt their own silhouettes.
The place between the life we want to live
and the life we think we’re living in.

Wake me up from this dream.
All clocks are melting down as Dalí’s.
Clocks are melting down.

Let’s take off our masks, the sun is rising.
You left your fake eye lashes on purpose, I guess.
At least one thing to remind me the way you look.
something that takes me away from where I’ll be.

Wake me up from this dream.
All clocks are melting down as Dalí’s.
Clocks are melting down.

Sometimes trust in what you feel.
Doubts kill more dreams than failure ever will.