We knew our place
in simple dreams
fearful at times
and yet it seemed
so safely familiar

We listened to the music
and followed the line
because it felt good
to be part of the rhyme
and the hypnotic whir

Until the candle dimmed
and the shadows fell
and someone else's sin
broke the metronome's spell
before the mourning call

Then we dared
approach the door
hidden without care
some time before
within the vault

yet finding it open
we finally understood
why we had been blindly groping
for something;
anything good

The room we saw now
was not a place to hide
It was a whole world somehow
We were the ones
who had been
trapped inside