Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is but a dream
2. I make the air fall apart Around me Now as the petals are no nore A corroding, shrinking stalk remains Bereft of his blooms And the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions Beset his appearance Beset his appearance No king could replenish his state Now browning, sinking, dying A thousands deaths A thousands deaths A thousands deaths
3. Terry sat up And hugged the army surplus bag Around his skinny waist It was cold And the person beside himhad faded badly Legs apart his eyes lit up The sky's gone out- the sky, the sky- The sky's gone out