While we were speaking
I was thinking up an out
Some script of fiction that would
Leave you with no doubt
She's walking in a dream
Trampling me under silent feet
Crushed by waves in an open sea
False years fittingly come crumbling
Rain drops roll off a granite dome
What a sin we've set in motion
While you were sleeping
I was plotting my escape
And when you wake up
I'll be miles away