Tap your finger, press your hand, slam your fist and understand. This world around you isn’t real- it’s a vivid dream that traps your soul. Wipe your eyes, but not too much – my hands may slip when I reach out to touch. Please wake and rise, please use your voice; please call upon the Tide that Turns. I cannot fathom to ignore, this sleeping beauty as she stirs. I want to hold you, pull you away. I want to destroy this glass prison you don’t know that you’re in.
Mary, I know you’ve got something, oh you’ve got something. You’ve got something to say.