Blackout. Loss of memory… After-midnight ball is over. And things are getting darker. The quietest hour before the dawning. I know my home is where you are. Just call me.
To stride and slide, to hide and fly along through misty white night air When angels smiling stand aside he's smiling too and doesn't care He slides. He's absolutely thrilled to bits. He's carried on with wings Invisible, intangible, insatiable in his dreamy world…
He stares around with dreamer's eyes which cannot see. Dead to the world - inside green walls he's jammed within.
New dream is gently carrying me away. This night is brighter than day. I feel as if my sun is breaking through.
Dreamer, don’t look at my shadow with tears. I wish I could suffer your fears to understand you.
Bascule bridge is raised, the watercourse of darkness under. There's no release from the tangle of backstreets and his hopeless dreams but he knows his home is where she is and screams out.
If not tonight but right away to-morrow we will leave for there we'll stride and slide in our flight along through misty white night air.
I long for warmth, for breath, for someone's smile, for life that can be real Invisible, intangible, insatiable we feel
She's staring down with dreamer's eyes which cannot see. Water will show her present and past and the way to-be.