Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state.
A tourist in the waking world... Never quite awake.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber.
Until I realized that it was you who held me under...
Felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids...
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs...
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love...
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love...
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...
And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack.
And all around the world was waking, I never could go back.
'Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
and finally it seemed that the spell was broken...
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open...
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open...
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love...
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love...
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...
Snow White's stitching like a circuitboard.
It's like I'm slipping through the hidden door.
Snow White's stitching like a circuitboard...
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love...
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love...
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...
Snow White's stitching like a circuitboard.
It's like I'm slipping through the hidden door.
Snow White's stitching like a circuitboard.
It's like I'm slipping through the hidden door...
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