One Real Reveal

I'm not so sure it's gonna set us free
But if you're walking out the door
Wait for me
I'm hot on your heels
I know how it feels
Waiting on one real reveal

You and I, we go back
Up on high
Down the track
Around the bend, back again
We hide away, they count from
Ten, nine, eight - don't wait too long
Five, four, three - too late we're gone
Searching
Searching
Searching
For something real to feel

I'm not so sure I'm gonna say a word
After all the ones I've heard other people saying
Lying and betraying
Thinking they're the only ones who know the way in

All of me, I will follow you
Any door that you pass through
Stepping in to now and then
We'd hide away, they'd count from
Ten, nine, eight - don't wait too long
Five, four, three - too late we're gone
Searching
Searching
Searching
For something real to feel

I start at my childhood home in Lunenburg as I did before
Instead of going to the spot in the yard where I buried coins as a kid
I walk across the street and head for the woods behind some houses
I get to the area where the fort was and see a string leading elsewhere
At some point the string veers right, crosses a ditch and heads into the woods
It wraps around a branch on a small, spindly pine tree and heads left
I notice a chain link fence running along beside me to my right
I follow the string until I get to a hole in the fence at which point I leave the string and climb through the hole
I look back through the fence and the trees and see the highway I was walking on
Turning around, I see an abandoned airfield with a few old planes and a single
Story administrative building across the field to the left
It's the size of one of those small, rural post offices. I walk across the field and enter
There are two desks with telephones and dusty papers
I see a filing cabinet and I roll out the bottom drawer
There are alphabetized files inside
I find my file and it's very thin, just a single sheet poking out the top of the file
It's a white piece of paper with a circular hole cut in it, four or five inches in diameter
I hold the paper to my face and look through the circle
It's as if I can perceive things differently
I see the space between objects and the force that draws them together or repels them
I think about the books in the shop and the space between them, my family and this customer who keeps coming round and making everyone uncomfortable
They all make sense
There is a mirror in the office and looking, I see myself in it, holding the paper in
In front of my face
The older Asian woman from my previous dreams is behind me slightly to my left and is looking at my reflection in the mirror
Our eyes connect and she reaches her right hand around my back and puts it on my right shoulder
I turn around to face her and lower the paper
She is still there
We don't speak but she nods at me and with this, I recognize that I can access this perception
When I need to
I put the sheet back in the file, return it to the cabinet and I leave the building with her in it
I head back across the airfield to the hole in the fence, and follow the string along the same path back home