Once upon a dream I drew you
But your eyes would not stare straight
Oh you gazed off into the future
No matter how I tried, you would not look my way

Once it seemed I knew you
But the you that I knew changed
Oh your hands grew cold and your sweet sad smile
Didn't disguise you Dorian ways

A masterpiece is worthless
A scratch below the surface
There lies an empty canvas as blank as a bone
The picture you once framed
It cannot help but change
When the subject is strange and the artist has grown

Once I gleaned I grew you
From pigments of my own
I came to see my monstrosity
The demons we design dwell so close to home

So I took my aim and slew you
To set your spirit free 
But as shot struck true it passed right through
Oh you had already fled this desolate scene

And artifice is mirthless
When held below the surface
I couldn't bear to hurt this much anymore
Your words were not enough 
When your paper only cut
I had to rip it off to see to the core

What was at the core? Nothing.

Dorian you were the one
But that was at the start
Pretty as a picture, please
But have you got the heart? 

Soon I'll see straight through you
A painting made on glass
With the memory of you as a lens I see through
To never recreate the mistakes of my past

Dorian you were the one 
But that was at the start
Pretty as a picture still
But have you got the-
Have you got the-
You've not got the-
Love you lost the heart

Dorian

Hold tight to what you know, my darling
When all you know is a million miles from where you breathe
Colder than silence in this 'marco' 'polo'
Oh trust yourself when you cannot trust me

For we are all but fish in the tank
Flashing our colours, climbing the rank
Of who's going to get taken home

When the net comes will you sink your way down
Cling to the current, desperate to drown?

Let go, you know the way to me
I'll meet you halfway to the sea

Fold tight against the tricky tides, my love
They try to tug you where you ought not go
Dive down to where the pearls gleam like memory
Surface when you find the flow

For we are all but fish in the stream
Chasing our tails, jumping to dream
Who's going to find the way home
(We aren't all going to find the way back home)

And when the claw comes will you fight your way free
Cling to the current, desperate and gasping?

Let go, you know the way to me
I'll meet you, halfway to the sea

Clodagh & The Monologue