This Matter Of Mine

Echoes of distant voices, not from where but when?
I've been in this place before.
There's no sound as I close the door.
A house that was swallowed in vine.
I walk through surreal paintings of time.
They embrace me and call out my name, blowing rings of smoke my way.
Veil is so heavy, I can't see you.
Bring me back, I'm entering the void.
They say "we're from the troubled land, existing in something that comes after death".
I shake my head and walk through a new door.
Aisles between high bookshelves on a dirt floor.
Are they playing hide and seek?
The old man helps the young boy make the speakers speak.
This room has no ceiling, above me the stars shine bright.
A vast living room without electric light.
In this clouded mist I still feel their presence.
There's a vast mountain blocking the sun (wake up. wake up).
Bring me back.
Speak! I'm entering the void.