Blinding
Seems that I have been heldIn some dreaming stateA tourist in the waking worldNever quite awakeNo kiss, no gentle wordCould wake me from this slumberUntil I realize that it was youWho held me under
Felt it in my fist, in my feet,In the hollows of my eyelidsShaking through my skull, through my spineAnd down through my ribs
No more dreaming of the deadAs if death itself was undoneNo more calling like a crow for a boyFor a body in the gardenNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love, so in loveNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love, so in loveNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love with the wrong world
And I could hear the thunderAnd see the lightning crackAnd all around the world was wakingI never could go backCos all the walls of dreaming,They were torn right openAnd finally it seemedThat the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shakeMy eyes flew openAnd all my bones began to shakeMy eyes flew open
No more dreaming of the deadAs if death itself was undoneNo more calling like a crow for a boyFor a body in the gardenNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love, so in loveNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love, so in loveNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching upThe circuitboardsSynapse slipping throughThe hidden doorSnow White's stitching upYour circuitboard
No more dreaming of the deadAs if death itself was undoneNo more calling like a crow for a boy,For a body in the gardenNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love, so in loveNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love, so in loveNo more dreaming like a girlSo in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching upThe circuitboardsSynapse slipping throughThe hidden doorSnow White's stitching upYour circuitboardSynapse slipping throughThe hidden door