It was the night you came, I fell into a dream From which I'll never wake; ever haunted, sweetest bane
Through mist and falling leaves, your spectral face appeared So near, so far a field. Then bided me to head
You were born from the dim, I was waiting in misery (I was born from the dim; you were waiting there for me) Til you ease my grief This dream shall forever last on my penmanship (This is not a dream, for you see, ‘tis thou existence bowed to me and thy penmanship) Somewhere deep, in my own dream (Will cut deep in your own fantasy)
Through shadows and through rain I heard your wistful name The only sound out there which embraced the bitter air
Your voice led me astray like the lade of Lorelei Your gliding eyes increased while your face was fading away
You were born from the dim, I was waiting in misery (I was born from the dim; you were waiting there for me) Til you ease my grief This dream shall forever last on my penmanship (This is not a dream, for you see, ‘tis thou existence bowed to me and thy penmanship) Somewhere deep, in my own dream (Will cut deep in your own fantasy)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
