perhaps something i left myself to remind me of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that makes me see
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be...
as if it was a message in a bottle with a key
that opened every door i once had closed inside of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that sets me free
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be...
the subtle difference between memory and fantasy
the subtle difference between innocence and ecstasy
the subtle difference between the possibility
and the reality
as it it was a message from someone i used to be
something that i left myself to remind me of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that makes me see
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be
could it be as magical as it seems to seem?
or is this just the prelude to a dream
i'm not asking, or so it would seem
perhaps i know already that this is...
prelude to a dream
