Afternoon After Afternoon

One cannot begin to understand how a grain of sand that's falling is the motion that they're calling time.
Morning after morning in the marketplace of Helltown there's a sale under every single awning.
The lights above the bar turn on, it's dawn, the spirits never left your mind.
You see your fear reflected in the mirror, it's very weird and very wide

Longhorn skulls and gryphons are carved high above the entrance to the building of the college of psychology.
An ocean full of monsters serves to keep you from the water that surrounds this giant island we call home.
How does it feel to know everything's real?

You were getting tired before we arrived to save your life, you were getting tired

Nothing here is unreal, mythology can't be forced.
Heartbreaking legends are descending from the forest, Lake Disappointment, Lost Passenger Ravine.

Ask yourself a question, a very simple question:
Why these names appear on every map you've ever seen:
Lake Disappointment, Lost Passenger Ravine.