A Diary of Dreams...

Don't know why I'm still afraid, if you weren't real I would make you up now I wish that I could follow through, I know that your love is true and deep as the sea. But right now everything you want is wrong, and right now all your dreams are waking up, and right now I wish I could follow you... To the shores of freedom, where no one lives. Remember when we first met and everything was still a bet in love's game? You would call; I'd call you back and then I'd leave a message on your answering machine. But right now everything is turning blue, and right now the sun is trying to kill the moon, and right now I wish I could follow you... To the shores of freedom, where no one lives. Run away tonight... We're made out of blood and rust, looking for someone to trust without a fight. I think that you came too soon, you're the honey and the moon that lights up my night. But right now everything you want is wrong, and right now all your dreams are waking up, and r

Dyre is the smallest village you can imagine. It’s somewhere north of Central Europe, but if you ask someone from Dyre, they’ll tell you it’s in the middle of nowhere. And they’d be pretty right about it. Usually not a lot of people pass through Dyre and those that do are here only because they lost their way and need shelter for the night. The people here have learned to keep to themselves, though they would gladly point you to The Soul Cage. The Soul Cage is the only place you can go for a drink, or look for shelter in Dyre. It’s one of those really small pubs that you overlook on a Friday night in the city, the one that looks cheap and half-empty, with a bartender that’s lazily smoking a cigarette behind the bar and a waitress wiping the glasses with just as much enthusiasm. But when that’s the only place you can have fun at, you learn to live with it. People say strangers don’t last long in Dyre because it’s too small and too quiet for them. You have to be born in Dyre to like Dyre