The wind in the branches cries your name,
You’re pretty as a picture, and I’m your frame;
Boldly I hold you, afraid to let go,
Afraid to ask, afraid you’ll say no;
So let this moment define our love,
No matter the signs from heaven above.
Our bodies are hopes and dreams in disguise,
Cast off this veil and open your eyes.

I’m a dream –
I’m the sand in the eye of the camel;
I’m a hope –
I’m the rich man vaulting the needle.

The wind dies down as I hold you tight,
I hold only bones and I cry in fright;
The skull that was you glares at me with hate,
My blood pounds like the hammers of fate;
Where are the dreams that you and I shared?
How do I know that you ever cared?
The grass beneath me withers and dies,
Our hopes and dreams turn out to be lies.

I’m a dream –
I’m the sand in the eye of the camel;
I’m a hope –
I’m the rich man vaulting the needle.

The branches above me stir once more,
I turn and look at the bones on the floor;
You sit there watching me, ready to flee:
Unsure of our love, unsure of me;
I try to comfort you, give you hope –
I know you need me to throw you a rope;
And yet you scramble out of the way,
Afraid of me and what I might say.

I’m a dream –
I’m the sand in the eye of the camel;
I’m a hope –
I’m the rich man vaulting the needle.

My vision comes true as you run in fright,
Faster and faster into the night;
I try to move, but I’m frozen in time,
Punishment paid, and love was the crime;
I close my eyes to shut out the pain,
The wind howls and I feel my life drain;
The picture is torn, the frame is cracked,
As are our hopes, our dream and our pact.

I’m a dream –
I’m the sand in the eye of the camel;
I’m a hope –
I’m the rich man vaulting the needle.

And the needle pierces my heart.

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