we walk on glass, I spin in despair we dance in the halls of the past, gateways no longer there to nourish a dream and feel it disappear we harbour the thought of youth, a bloom no longer here
a ritual to shape the fabric
here’s the place a familiar scent a state of mind going back in time
here I am waiting for ghosts and sometimes they appear
sometimes they rise
but you are falling, you are falling you are falling not flying
but you are drowning, you are drowning you are drowning not diving
Alone I Will Travel In Time Tonight
but you are dreaming, you are longing you are craving not living
Alone I Will Travel In Time Tonight
here I am waiting for ghosts here I am waiting and I wait