Illusion - Words Like Daggers

Searching surely around every direction

I’m seeking anything suspiciously skewed

Like the fingerprints they found at the scene here

There’s identity within this evidence

Right down the road, I hear the ambulance

One chance, we’ll dance just like the siren spinning around and around

So close to the ghost, so close, he’s at the end of the hall

Feels like illusion, this point of view bittersweet with clues

Secrets handed from this sleeping eye we’re seeing through

Caught in this dream, but now

I wake to find these images were proof

Like a pointing hand that traced the footsteps back to you

Slowly pulling at the foot of your bedside

Is the same disciple who’s been visiting you

Now if you’re so overwhelmed and it’s hard to stay in tune

Let yourself slip away from what’s come over you

Feels like illusion, this point of view bittersweet with clues

Secrets handed from this sleeping eye we’re seeing through

Caught in this dream, but now

I wake to find these images were proof

Like a pointing hand that traced the footsteps back to you