I ask myself, what is the meaning?
Of words like love, it may be dreaming
I may be dreaming, I may be dreaming
In fright of love , I holler
If not in love , I desire
Soon it will pass like a slow procession
From far away the shadow is rising
Will it be wrong or right?
Will it come with delight?
Will it come with a curse?
Will it be better or worse?
And sweet with every sound?
Will it stand on solid ground?
Save me from myself, darkness reigns at twelve
I am falling, I fall for you, I am falling
Dead water, dead sand, dark clouds will descend
Here where all broken hearts
Cherish solitude in the dark
Sometimes I picture you, sliding into substitutes
Not knowing if I’m strong
Not knowing what’s begun
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