Nostalgia Galleons

I'm in between reality shifting to where
Iridescent cranes are poised in infinity
Unburdened by gravity, with altitude I inter-weave
Nostalgic at the edge of the galaxy

Where is there to go at the beginning of the end?
A paradox in passing leaves us breathless and bare
Fruitlessly and flagrantly born from fleeting memories
Having to end to the fold is getting old

We find ourselves lost in recollection
Tearing out the blame
Cus' I seek solace in the deepest disarray
Forget misery
An endless sea of stars await

Oh I can feel my body drifting down as the water washes it away
And in this tsunami of origami cranes the white is folding
(The white has dulled)

He ran away, the fire spread
So he looked back and whispered
(So he whispered)
I'm the epiphany, the seasons sun
Relentless in my rest, I'm undone
At this wayward end lays the horizon asunder
Oh, laid asunder