Theory Of Maybe

THEORY OF MAYBE (reworking of original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci, Ipotesi)

I saw tomorrow in a glass,
It had no future, had no past,
A yellow horse was counting rain
Inside the corridors of my brain.

The ceiling opened like an eye,
A paper moon began to cry,
I asked the shadow for my name —
It smiled and disappeared again.

Maybe I’m here,
Maybe I’m gone,
Maybe the night
Is dreaming the dawn.

Theory of maybe,
Nothing is true,
I could be watching me
Watching you.

A purple clock was running slow,
The hands forgot which way to go,
I heard a whisper in the floor:
“You’ve been inside this room before.”

Seven mirrors, seven skies,
Tiny planets in my eyes,
Every answer changed its face
And left another empty space.

Suppose the river
Flows upstream,
Suppose the sleeper
Is the dream.

Suppose the answer
Never came…

Would the question
Stay the same?

Maybe I’m here,
Maybe I’m gone,
Maybe the night
Is dreaming the dawn.

Theory of maybe,
Nothing is true,
Maybe I’m dreaming me…

Maybe I’m dreaming you.

Outro
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