Oak Palaces

No fortress holds the perfect solitude
No money proves you have it made
No river twists the perfect bend
No tree casts the perfect shade

No sunshine holds the perfect warmth
No breeze will blow just how you hope
No ground will bloom the perfect flower
No drug will teach you how to cope

In my life, there are oak palaces
With ivory and ebony steps
In my world, there is no 'how it is'
There's no reality and no regrets

No street will have the perfect homes
No family has perfect strength
They waver and they fall behind
But they will stand through any lengths

No lantern casts the perfect light
No food will taste as sweet as this
No piano plays in perfect tune
But playing it is perfect bliss

In my life, there are oak palaces
With ivory and ebony steps
In my world, there is no 'how it is'
There's no reality and no regrets


The siren enters my domain
And leads the words through their refrain
The palace sings the sweetest song
The siren enters my domain
And leads the words through their refrain
And the words belong....
Belong....

In my world, there's no reality,
Just ivory and ebony steps.