I ask myselfwhat is the meaning?
Of words like loveit may be dreaming
I may be dreamingI may be dreaming
In fright of loveI holler
If not in loveI desire
Soon it will pass like a slow procession
From far away the shadow is rising
It’s calling meit’s calling meit’s calling meit’s calling me
Will it be wrong or right?
Will it come with delight?
Will it come with a curse?
Will it be better or worse?
And sweet with every sound?
Will it stand on solid ground?
Save me from myselfdarkness reigns at twelve
I am fallingI fall for youI am falling
Dead waterdead sanddark clouds will descend
Here where all broken hearts
Cherish solitude in the dark
Sometimes I picture yousliding into substitutes
Not knowing if I’m strong
Not knowing what’s begun
I fall for youI fall for you