I went and took a photograph of a strange and desperate scene a lot of people stepping up to the guillotine
And now I wait beside you And I call you by your name oh, whisper to me softly
before I slip away yeah before I slip away yeah before I slip away back into the dream (dream) back into the dream (dream)
And I took a photo of him not a hair was out of place sitting high upon his tumble with a smile upon his face
and now I wake beside you and I draw you close to me oh whisper to me softly
before I slip away yeah before I slip away yeah before I slip away back into the dream (dream...dream...) back into the dream (dream...dream...)
I turned the camera on myself as I lay tangled in your weave and I shot you full of images of picturesque evil
and now I wake beside you In time i hear you say oh whisper to me softly
before I slip away yeah before I slip away yeah before I slip away back into the Dream (dream...dream...) ohhhh (dream...dream...) yeah back into the Dream (dream...dream...) back into the Dream oh yeah