I only dream in black and white

I only dream in black and white

I only dream in black and white as if I know, subconsciously, the beauty of reflected light does not pierce the heart of me. It does not pierce the heart of me and so I’m cursed to walk alone, the endless hallways of my dreams in black and white like ash and bone.

Ash and bone to signify that breath and spark have passed away, something within me has died now it’s black and white and shades of grey. Shades of grey night after night shadows fall and shadows moan, I drift upon the slumber’s tide into the realm of ash and bone.

Come to think, it was a slow fade

Come to think, it was a steady drought

Come to think it was homemade, this dust to dust now

Yeah it was my hand turning the lights out. I turned the lights out. I turned the lights out.

While reality’s asleep, Truth is up with pen in hand having its way with me in ash and bone and white and black. And I am lost ‘til break of day in somewhere of my own design, where dreams never come out to play, it says right there in black and white.

Come to think, it was a slow fade

Come to think, it was a steady drought

Come to think it was homemade, this dust to dust now

Yeah it was my hand turning the lights out. I turned the lights out. I turned the lights out.

I only dream in black and white as if I know, subconsciously, the beauty of reflected light does not pierce the heart of me.

Guys. This is like my first act of music business shared with my beautiful friends in like, oh, I don’t know, at least two months?

I’ve been under a rock, writing sub-mediocre music trying to come up with something and also, not coming up with anything. I’ve been sad, alone and in pajamas for too many days. I get it. I’ve also increased my running mileage pretty well over the past two months so it’s not all for lost, k?

But here we are. It’s a Monday and I’ve just completed this song with this scratch recording and, in my book, I write ‘em and share ‘em and the spaghetti either sticks to the wall or it doesn’t. I’m fighting back from the brink. The brink stinks. Dunbar out.