flyings castles

imagine if i could stop time, just long enough
imagine if i could reach, to take a handful of
the smells of rose and jasmine, that hover in the air
the smells of smoke and fire, that are always breathing there
just so i can see them, flying past your face
just so i can look, so i can see before too late
before the smells engulf me, before they grab my hand
before they turn me round, and lead me to that land


imagine if it rained paint, buckets falling from the sky
imagine all the colours, falling from up high
so the winter days would not, not be dull and still
so when you looked around, the colours they would fill
feeling that purple, hearing that red and blue
seeing the green, and knowing its not just you
before the world starts moving, running at a race
before the day engulfs you, and rains upon your face

tell me a story about you,
tell me a story about what you do
tell me what you want from here
tell me why you sit in fear
tell me a story with a happy ending
tell me one, with a heart a-mending