“Dreams! My mind lift me from my dreams!No matter how many times i cant escape my mind!Dreams! My mind lift me from my dreams!”

“How stubborn are the scars when they won't fade away?Or just a gentle reminder that now are better days?We'll be home soon, so dry your eyes,You'll be okay (you'll be okay!)Oh my God!The water is rising!It's rising!You just have to believe in me!Failing that I'll ride this storm alone!We can still make it out,'Fuck'I can help you through this,But you have to take my hand!I can take you home,Take my hand,Take my hand!I should've known the tides were getting higher.We can still survive.They think we're drowning but our heads are still above the waves,Above the waves.(I should've known the tides were getting higher)(We can still survive)(Above the waves)(I should've known the tides were getting higher)(I should've known the tides were getting higher)We can still survive!You never said goodbye, goodbye![x4]And now you're on your own!You never said goodbye!You never said goodbye, goodbye!”

“He walked over to the piano and lifted the cover revealing black and white keys that my fingers knew all too well. “Play for me?”I looked at the piano hesitantly and I felt the passion start to grow back inside of me. My fingers itched to play and suddenly my body was moving towards the piano and I sat down, my posture back to where it should be, my fingers hovering over the keys ready to play a song that I hadn’t heard in years.I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in and out. And then my fingers flew across the keys, the music filling the room. The music moved me both emotionally and physically as I rocked my body to the music, putting all of me into the song. The music took me to a different place than where I was here and now. This is the melody I always seem to come back to, always finding myself lost in the notes. The song is a part of me as it tells a story. A story about loss and recovery.”

“I dreamt it in my dream. You tried to steal my dream—the whole thing. But even though it was a dream, it was still too heavy for you to lift.”

“I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.”

“And just when I thought the pain had dulled, my mind would betray me and bring Dad back to life in my dreams. Sometimes I didn't realize that he was dead until I awoke and then it was like a punch in the stomach. And sometimes I knew in my dream that I was dreaming, and I woke up crying.”

“If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we all shared, even more that we all shared the dream of never dying or traveling through time, and if anything set me apart it was not my impulses but my stubbornness, my willingness to take the dream past what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits, to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind but was an actuality at least as real as that other, thinner more unhappy illusion we call normal life.”