In The Picture

Lights so low
I felt so strange
and couldn't move in hours
How sublime, it disorients
A trip we might have made (???)

The fever is killing me
gripping and burning
spreading all night and day
insatiable yearning

Chorus:
You'd never see me running away
I'll strain to be in the picture
can't believe my eyes
images burn and coming alive
I'm willing to go- what's your mission?

Don't they lurk, stay out of range
I bow down before the strange
when finally they showed their faces,
I recognized myself.

Fear in the neighborhood
of hope and commitment
Dreams had a bigger size
than I've ever witnessed