I ask myself, what is the meaning?
   Of words like love,
   It may be dreaming
   I may be dreaming, I may be dreaming
   In fright of love , I holler If not in love , I desire
   Soon it will pass like a slow procession
   From far away the shadow is rising
   It's calling me,
   It's calling me,
   It's calling me,
   It's calling me,
   Will it be wrong or right?
   Will it come with delight?
   Will it come with a curse?
   Will it be better or worse?
   And sweet with every sound?
   Will it stand on solid ground?
   Save me from myself, darkness reigns at twelve
   I am falling, I fall for you, I am falling
   Dead water, dead sand, dark clouds will descend
   Here where all broken hearts
   Cherish solitude in the dark
   Sometimes I picture you, sliding into substitutes
   Not knowing if I'm strong
   Not knowing what's begun
   I fall for you, I fall for you