I was lost in the sound of sleep, in a crowd of sheep, I lay my head upon a rose bed and wait for the sound of rain instead.
As I lay and ponder, my mind starts to wonder of things I cannot say or explain, but in the depth of night my dreams turn to fright.
I lost sight of it all and now I have taken my fall, into the night where all my dreams fly into the midnight sky.
When I dream I dream of better and I dream of worse, sometimes I even dream about a hearse, but what's worse is this curse of silence,
Oh! That dreadful silence I cannot take not even in my days awake.
