You dream of dissolving in the crowd, you get closer in the moment, you bleach the grey out of sleepy faces

You dream of dissolving in the crowd, you get closer in the moment, you bleach the grey out of sleepy faces on a working planet the sun forgot. And you fall quietly underfoot, mixing in with the dirt of a sole, you come to relieve the autumn dread as winter's happiest madman pretending on the fly.