| Awakened by the sun light
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| Victimized by last night
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| Memories flashing through my head
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| Was I just born or am I dead?
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| Yesterday’s forgotten, the morning after
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| I can taste you, I can hear your laughter
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| Fading in the distance
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| Recollections drifting
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| Bloodstains on my tattered clothes
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| Each minute the fear grows
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| If I could just lay down to rest
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| I’m tired of searching for myself
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| If I am dead, how can I feel such love?
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| If I am dead, why am I dreaming?
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| If I am dead, where do I go from here?
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| If I am dead, why does this pain feel so good?
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| Is this my blood dried upon my face?
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| Or is it the love of someone else?
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| It tastes so sweet, just like you used to
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| So rescue me my love, splice us together
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| I remember loving you so much
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| But where are you and where’s your fatal touch?
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| When I closed my eyes, was it my siesta?
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| Did I encounter a darkness stronger than sleep?
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| I am thirsty for my sleep
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| There are no answers anyway |