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 Heart – These Dreams

Spare a little candle, save some light for me. Figures
Up ahead moving in the trees. White skin in linen,
Perfume on my wrist, and the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist.

Darkness on the edge, Shadows where I stand
I search for the time on a watch with no hands,
I want to see you clearly, Come closer to this
come closer to this
But all I remember are the dreams in the mist

These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it’s cold outside, every moment I’m awake,
The further I’m away.

Is it cloak and dagger, could it be Spring or Fall?
I Walk without a cut through a stained-glass wall.
Weaker in my eyesight, a candle in my grip, and words
That have no form are falling from my lips.

These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it’s cold outside, every moment I’m awake,
The further I’m away.

There’s something out there I can’t resist. I need to
Hide away from the pain. There’s something out there
I can’t resist.

The sweetest song is silence that I’ve ever heard.
Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the Earth.
In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss. But the
Prince hides his face from dreams in the mist.

These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it’s cold outside, every moment I’m awake,
The further I’m away.

… A world full of princes…

… Zeit, schlafen zu gehen…

…These Dreams go on, when I close my eyes…

…Finally…