Mind turned a dream
That rouses me from my aching sleep
Can it be?
Caught in between depression and the joys of the world
Forgotten memories
Between the towers
I see a vision from a dark and ancient time
She is staring at me from in between two peaks
Can it be?
She is watching me
In her hands it seems like she has
An answer to everything, a solution to nothing
Darkness spreads its spurious reach
In my wakefulness I see we are asleep
Oblivious to the towers and what they portend
I see the world in a perpetual dream
Between the towers
Mmmmm
That rouses me from my ageless sleep
Can it be?
She watches me
In her hands it seems like she has
An answer to everything, a solution to nothing
Darkness spreads its spurious reach
In my wakefulness I see we are asleep
Oblivious to the towers and what they portend
I see the world in a perpetual dream
Between the towers
Be ever watchful in the world of dreams
