The afternoon was bare Dream great visions to be then shared And then in a vision she awoke to me And I was surprised to see her face was nothing ever there And what I would give to feel what you Earth and space with time whittle away at my hand
Dream great dreams before you die I handed mine away for a senseless piece of hope I am the bairer of all that is lost Sweet dreams of hope and grace I bring you not If by night you havent been spared I was forgiven of all that I died Repeat the past youll surely call me tame If my place wasnt here I am but to blame
I am the portrait of all that is wrong Let crashing hell speed and take me through I wont hope for any but I could still care I am the sickness of your past heart She said with a spark in her gorgeous fucking eye If by night you havent been spared I am but to blame
