If I die before I wake
I pray for a place that is safe
Not like Heaven
Not like Hell
In a bunker or crappy motel
With the Impala roaring loud
Or that infamous TARDIS sound
I pray for the violin's soft song
A cup of tea left out for me
The familiar smile shining brightly
I pray for a purple scarf
That familiar british charm
A blue box
A paradox
Trapped in lies and mysteries
I pray for all of the dreams
All of these fantasies
I pray that all of it comes true
