a sacrifice, a crack in time
we walk on glass, I spin in despair
we dance in the halls of the past, gateways no longer 
there
to nourish a dream and feel it disappear
we harbour the thought of youth, a bloom no longer here
a ritual to shape the fabric
here's the place
a familiar scent
a state of mind
going back in time
here I am
waiting for ghosts
and sometimes
they appear
sometimes
they rise
but you are falling, you are falling
you are falling
not flying
but you are drowning, you are drowning
you are drowning
not diving
Alone I Will Travel In Time Tonight
but you are dreaming, you are longing
you are craving
not living
Alone I Will Travel In Time Tonight
here I am waiting for ghosts
here I am waiting
and I wait