Every time I dream I keep seeing,
streets and alleyways, places that I've never known,
Every time I dream I am being,
lifted to a height, that I too frightened to go,
Then I wake up and find everything's away,
it seems, one night ago,
Every time I sleep I keep hoping,
this would be the night of nights that I see you again,
As I close my eyes like rims and curtains,
slowly rising on an empty stage,
Then I'm back in the stall sitting all alone
waiting for the show to begin,
Every time I dream I would often find myself running,
From a wild pack of lice,
'Till I reach a house and hear the gurge upstairs,
And look for a place to hide,
But if I saw you there,
I wouldn't dare dream again of opening my eyes,