Текст Tyler Ward – 2:30

2:30 am
In two separate estates
Two thirty year olds
Unexpectedly wake

One Similar dream
Two separate reactions
One of them hides
The other takes action

Both dreaming in red
The color of passion
Both rationalize
But only of them laughing

One on the left
And one on the right
Both of them looking
For answers tonight…

If I wake up at 80
With a weakening breath
Will I have said, «maybe?»
Will I have my regrets?

When both hands are shaking
And I’m losing my sight
Will I’ve had the courage
To have done what is right?

Two men
Same dream
One at peace and one screams
One seeing in love
And the other in greed

Only one of them listened

One stayed to make money
And that’s all he got
Yeah he piled it high
Saved quite a lot

The other moved to the city
Was sick of the talk
Went out to live life
Really gave it a shot

But his name they soon forgot

From the outside it looks like the safe way wins out
But a handful of cash never payed off his doubts
A life full of stories vs the «what ifs?»
It’s like living vs jumping right off of a cliff

We should all take a look
Before our vision is blurry
There’s a lot we can learn
From dreams of 2:30