If my dream keeper is a poet with subconscious communication then why do I dream of you again?
If my words paint my surroundings with distortions of my perception then why do you become my words again?
Prisms of paradise hang high above chained by misconceptions of love
A shot to the heart and now regret drips through the second hand that ticked on through the moment when I told you what we had wasn't true
And why wasn't something so perfect enough to make it worth it?
Prisms of paradise hang high above chained by misconceptions of love Waking up from the dream with you is the nightmare cause it's not true I jump but I can't reach for you I'm tangled on this leash... it's true
If my dream keeper is a poet with subconscious communication just be careful of who you meet in your dreams
Cause its not true And I want you Have a faded in your eyes While this burning flame intensifies And this frost washes way And I drip and I crave to be with you And to feel this through I see us together in moments of pleasure Where I want you and you want me too
Why…why…Why? Waking up from the dream with you is the nightmare cause it's not true.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
