Spreading out the lovely layers Covered over grown Coming back inside the brain Dragging a heavy load Did it really exist? Was it ever even born? Would you ever miss the thing that was not ever formed? Pieces grouping back together, slowly adding on Exclamations into spaces, finding what was gone Can you discern nothing that no one has ever seen? Did it really exist? Has it ever even been? Making the images of what you want to see Slowly beginning to emerge out of the trees Costing a selfish dream, invisible inside Fond of the emotions of the ones you came find ♪ Closer to the surface you convinced yourself it's gone Broken through and to and through, inversion of the time Didn't really exist Was it ever even born? Would you ever miss the thing that was not ever formed?