Dial - School of Seven Bells

I dreamed my perspective was on a dial

Wired to spare me from my will

I saw my world so dimly lit I felt my heart fainting within

And I was relieved to find how freely

The cold and strange could set its hue to the setting sun

To subdue the most immersive blue

And if I wake under a sky weighed down by clouds of ashen gray

Let me will the dial to turn and gild the air with silver pearls of rain

I dreamed my perspective was on a dial

Wired to spare me from this will

That saw my world so dimly lit I felt my heart fainting within

And I was relieved