Mahoney: Now we wait.
Magorium: No. We breathe, we pulse, we regenerate. Our hearts beat, our minds create, our souls injest.

dreams can tell a lifetime, frame by frame the times you’ve seen, as they slowly slip your mind..
You’re at my fingertips, just out of reach…
I don’t want to believe.

How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…