Escape - Nightmare Air

Lucid dreams something you see, something is there but not really

I’ll carve a mountain in the sky, peek thought the clouds to sunshine

Memory remember the feeling

I cannot escape

And the time it is now use the motion

I cannot escape

Hands of gold will fall down to the ocean

I cannot escape

A little dust stuck on the lens won’t harm the view in the end

A little salt in the wound, oh fantasy don’t make a joke of me

The sun will burn a man alive in time