Ivory Gate Of Dreams (Outtake One) Songtext / Lyric

I. INNOCENCE



(Instrumental)



II. COLD DAZE



The coldness of confusion

hangs in the morning air as

Brazen bells ring reality

To announce the conqueror dawn



Removed from nights fleeting trance

Plunged headlong into cold days

Where in a circle we wander

The barren wastes of our pasts.



III. DAYLIGHT DREAMERS






Daylight dreamers awaken on

Deserts of desperation

Lonely lives learn to live on

Islands of isolation.

Surrounded by violent oceans

of hate and hopeless sorrows

Daylight dreamers envision

tranquil seas in safe tomorrows.



Dreaming through the darkened day

Along tempest torn strands

Desperately grasping the grains

of hope that flit through our hands

As they fall we tighten our hold

While the waves claim the final few

taken without ceremony

They drift out of view.



Washed away with the tides of time

Slipped through our fingers as dreams do.



IV. Quietus



From sleeping visions

Daily were torn

In waking hours

Hopes our forlorn.

Is all we do and all we dream

doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?



Wishing life were made of lasting visions

in eternal sleep

And if that rest were filled with sorrow

still we'd sleep.



In the madness of a silent eternity

We'd find solace in

False visions that protect us

from reality.



Enter ivory gates through midnight skies

Daylight dreamers in private parades

Perform before perpetual dawn

As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.



Ivory towers appear beyond the gate

Invisible fortresses of escape

Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears

Impervious to reality.



V. Ivory Tower



Behind sullen doors

Untouched within

Sale from summer storms

and winter winds

Relentless tempests

Can weaken walls

Towers falter when

reality calls.



Untouchable by all without

Lost in the silken web youth may weave

Tangled threads seem a stronghold

But illusions can deceive

A cold daze plagues the air

Driven by aging winds

The walls give way to the rush

and let reality.



VI. Whispers on the wind



Misty morning on windswept plain

Embers of a fortress all that remain.



The seeds of life that burned within

have flown like whispers on the wind.

From the sleepers world

I look toward darkening skies.

Through the violet haze of summer storms

The sun leaves tired eyes.



VII. Acquiescence



Betrayed by innocence

Deceived by delusions

Plagiarized promises

Pale into empty hopes.



Ivory towers bow down

In reverence to daylight

As dreamers awaken

In sleepers somber shade.



Ocean Waves shift leaving

only memories.

Final traces of hope

are swallowed in the deep.



Despair sends a certain calm

A vague sense of relief

released from all our longings

Silently we'll sleep.



Hope leads to quiet desperation

When reality obscures the dream

Makes the mind a grave of memories

That wander like the lonely breeze

Whose whispers echo through ruins rust

of towers torn and dreams turned to dust.



VIII. Retrospect



(Instrumental)