God forbid such dreams
To change me in my sleep
What seemed so bitter
Now seems so sweet
I can't understand
Your images of me
I can't understand
Just what i should be
I see history burns
In the minutes and hours
I see tables turn
And keep on turning round
God forbid such dreams
To change me in my sleep
What seemed so bitter
Now seems so sweet
I can't understand
Your images of me
I can't understand
Just what i should be
I see history burns
In the minutes and hours
I see tables turn
And keep on turning round
Burning history
