nobody really knows where you lay your head
it's all just speculation between the living and the dead
from the first point in the universe to the black hole where it's fed
everyone is wondering where you lay your head

and they never remember where you are truly from
or when you will return- so they just wait for you to come
they could search the highest castle to the lowest slum
and never find out just where you are from

'cause no one is for sure just where you rest your eyes
speaking in a language made of daydreams and sighs
after time all our memories finally become lies
and we forget where you go to rest your eyes

if people were constellations, you would be a shooting star
falling off somewhere into the infinite dark
and no one could ever keep track where you are
if they were constellations, and you were a shooting star

when the end is coming, do we all go where you sleep
and float off downstream to the silence that you keep?
before i shake hands with you i want to wash them clean
if in that final breath, upon death


our god reveals our dreams

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