Something that you said is living in my head

Grows nightly inside me

And though my dream exists, memory persists

To fight me, despite me

Silver words you spoke, under your breath

Making whirlwinds in my head



揟here is a light shining for you? he said,

揟hat doesn抰 shine here for me too? he said



So passion echoes doubtfully

And falls against the walls of my dream

Through open pores, tiny trickles to the sea



The story as is read is hanging by a thread

Tread lightly, slightly, so lightly

And, leaving me exposed, the folie I proposed

Has fooled me, ruled me, ridiculed me

Silver words ?spoke, under my breath

Making whirlwinds in my head



揇o they really deserve you?? he said

æÅ'ave my words really fooled you?? he said



And passion echoes doubtfully

And falls against the walls of my dream