There's a short moment between the change of day to night. Time almost stops at this moment.

No one seems to noticed that i'm lost in my thouhgts...i'm dreaming that dream that never stops

Lost in my thoughts so deeply that I never saw the fall of the shadows, or heard the uprise of the night sounds.

the thin line between reality and dreams .... the thin line of where you become real to me

Was this line drawn with a pen or the blade of a razor. Does it exist? if not why do I see it.

I can even see the line when I close my eyes. where do I stand, which side of the line do I run to?

with doubtfull eyes and a wondering mind, my thoughts are unclear as i beg for more time

the hands on the clock are moving the wrong way, taking all my time away. Only if they'd seize for a moment.

By: Tim Harrison & Nikki Cramblit