Lyrics

The Alchemist’s Dream

She moves like a whisper between worlds,
a dream half-remembered, neither here nor there,
but somewhere in between.

A messenger from the unseen,
a reminder that change is already in motion—
and then, it is gone.

Life is not a single thread.
It is woven in layers—
spun from memory,
stitched with longing,
draped in dreams not yet seen.

Each moment overlaps the next,
shadows of the past bleeding into tomorrow.
Time is not linear,
but a spiral.

You have been here before.
And yet, you have never been here at all.

You are not one thing.
You are shifting light,
a thousand versions of yourself,
all breathing at once.

The child who wondered,
the dreamer who risked,
the lover who shattered,
the soul who rebuilt.

You are every past self,
still alive beneath your skin.

The mind is an echo chamber.
It repeats what it has been told.
It believes the old stories,
the silent rules,
the whispered limits.

But the mind is also a weaver.
A creator. A magician.
And when you change the story,
you change the reality.

Change does not come by force.
It does not answer to willpower.
It moves like a tide,
pulling you in before you realize you’re already drifting.

Change lives in the space between your thoughts.
In the pause before reaction.
In the inhale before decision.

It is subtle.
It is patient.
And when you allow it—
it is inevitable.

The heart and the mind—
Two dancers in an endless waltz.
One leads, then the other.
One resists, the other surrenders.
Spinning, circling, colliding,
until motion becomes meaning,
until resistance melts into rhythm.

There are moments of perfect synchronicity,
where thought and feeling move as one.
Where the mind listens,
and the heart speaks.

This is the moment you have been waiting for.

You do not need to force the dance.
You only need to hear the music.
Feel the pull.
Step into the flow.
Let the mind and heart move together,
not in opposition, but in harmony.