Bleary eyed at the
Scene of the crime
It's turned two o'clock
Fifth morning in a row
Her breathing is
The only sound, as my
Senses adjust
And a kind of calm returns
It's just a bad dream
Just a bad dream
Nothing more than a bad dream
What would you say
If I awoke you each night
And frightened you with all manner
Of unmentionable scenes
What would you say if I
Never let you free
What would you say if I
Asked you to be me... would you say
It's just a bad dream
Just a bad dream
Nothing more than a bad dream
What
Can be done
To Undo what
Is already done
Just like the
Sandalwood girl
I
Long to be free.. from these
Bad dreams
Bad dreams
These bad dreams