In the smoke of last night, in the haze that was last night, in that fog I didn't tell you. I had the most weirdest dream and in the fever of its grip, I liked you. In the dream that didn't follow, I liked you too. I thought I was a dream, but I am just a borrowed word from another's quill, a vault in the sky that's being shattered, a wan light squeezed through the event horizon. But it was your dream I was having and it is pretty hard to wake up from someone else's dream. It's hard to remember a song that way.