This song describes three dreams, enfolding one after the other.
In the first, the dreamer is a mountain, indulging the nature that surrounds him and the rain that flows on his body in order to form rivers. He contemplates the people that inhabit him and the houses they built from his own rocky soul.
The dream changes and the dreamer becomes a painter with a peculiar brush, that erases every colour that his mind chooses to forget. The dreamer, by his own hands, ends up in a colourless world.
In the end, the dreamer becomes the music Apollo played in winter nights, to cheer all of the Gods when they couldn’t help but cry. Their tears told tales of no one taking the time to pray for them, and so they were no more than sky bound Men.
Past, present, future: surrealism that touches reality.
