She strolls past a field, alone, without need of thinking about chasing her bare feet, that seem to not touch the ground, down that street, yet knowing that wherever she'd stop, she would fall into sleep
Her mind's still lost far away to her love she left that day she escaped from her old self, that threatened to decay All that's left is his voice, a faithful companion, a ray of hope, whispering those words as she feels stand at bay
try to keep up though you may never stop walking down that road to your heart try to believe you have to relieve yourself from those chains of reality
Midnight by noon she's kept awake by a strong effort not to forsake, not to go astray between all this increasing, awful ache, those plunges, her wounded skin, this blurry truth and sticky fake, still his words keep telling her heart, this is less than she could take
try to keep up though you may never stop walking down that road to your heart try to believe you have to relieve yourself from those chains of reality
She drags herself along trough a thickening dark dust longing for salvation out of this heavy crust that imprisons her, longing for the love that she has lost knowing this is the only path to soothe her sensual lust
try to keep up though you may never stop walking down that road to your heart try to believe you have to relieve yourself from those chains of reality