I'll take your picture again

they came to the river
from the dusty roads
They gathered at the waterhole
left their pain there

drank like black holes drink
desired to quench their thirst,
but it wasn't thirst, but endless infatuation
Sharp and clear as diamonds in the sun

At dawn
shadows grow long
as the need to believe

so when the water went
all that was left was the dust
and the animals
Ran wild, furious

none of us any different
all thirsty, even her
thirsted for the pain to bind you
all can make you happy
no one makes you scared

myth grew, the haze
became more real
than the person behind

to live healthy in a real world
the ghost went missing
in the hope of building a real house
paint real walls
paint the sky
found nowhere

a dream that walked away
something allways takes the place
of missing pieces

she never left...
she was here all the time...
how can you hate a dreamer?

ill take your picture again