Trapped - Posse

Open your eyes

Wipe away the rheum

The sky is silver

The sky is blue

Open your hands

Was that a dream remembered?

Was that a memory dismembered?

Or was that something else?

Then I look at you

Did we start too late?

Did we miss the gate

And now we’re past it?

So you give yourself some space

Hear the water, feel the spray

Have I given something away

And I just don’t know it?