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



It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me



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



I fall for you, I fall for you