I had the strangest dream, you were lost at sea
I found you drowning on the ocean floor
I woke from my deep sleep, to end the misery
And found you lying outside of my door
I tried to wake you up, to shake you up but found out you were dead
Like a lead in the wind, you left me standing alone to face the demons in my head
We're making fiction of our lives
Burning pages as we write
We read the lies between the lines
These dead letters won't survive
A dusty record spins, an old song plays again
The needle dragging across its skin
Ink spills from my pen, the paper soaks it in
The music bringing tremors to my hand
I can't give you up, just lift you up to chance on a dragonfly's wing
With my love in the wind, you left me standing alone hoping it brings you back to me
We are not poets, we have no right to make amendments
The story is over, the chapter is closing
I don't know how it ends but I really don't like how it begins

Words and Music by Kids in the Way

Behind the Song:
'We have the freedom to make choices in our lives. In this instance, the choice is to make or break a relationship. Some of our choices are good, some are bad. When we make the wrong choice based on selfishness or ignorance, we begin veering from the true story of what our lives could be. We start writing a fiction of our own, burning the pages of truth and what was once right in our wake. We are not poets...there are some truths in our lives we don't have the freedom to re-write.' - Dave Pelsue (Kids In The Way)