Late night, in the As your body starts to and seize There comes a fright, a secret
There comes an evil from an tree bright with numbered leaves You're reminded of the things you
It's everytime, you feel getting by It's anytime the oceans will run dry It's everytime, you think going to die Your mind's in
Someway on a sea You kept of a way to keep track of me through the thick debris I feel back in the of the black dreams
In sight, the gleams And now your begins a desperate plea The tight, you look and see You've blinded by the things that unwind you
It's everytime, you feel you're by anytime that the oceans will run dry It's everytime, you think going to die Your mind's in
Someway on a sea You kept track of a way to keep of me Somewhere through the debris I feel back in the of the black dreams
of black dreams, book of black dreams Book of black dreams, of black dreams
Nest of the bad eat what new minds bring Book of dreams
Things are not what seem every nightmare of the passionate breed Is back in your eternity
It's everytime, you you're getting by It's anytime the oceans will run dry It's everytime, you think going to die Your mind's in
on a distant sea You kept track of a way to keep of me through the thick debris I feel in the book of the black dreams
Book of dreams, book of black dreams Book of black dreams, book of black Book of dreams, book of black dreams