Seems that I have been held
In some dreaming state
A tourist in a waking world
Never quite awake
No kiss no gentle word
Could wake me
From this slumber
'Till I realize that
It was You
Who held me under
No more dreaming
At the dead
As if death itself
Was undone
No more dreaming
Like a girl
So in love
With the Wrong world.
I never could
Go Back.
Someone's slipping through the hidden door./