From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again

Should I fight them or weep

The Earth is now in the hands of those wicked men

Singing my wounds to sleep

But those once silky sheets now smother and burn me

As they kill and they sin

I can feel her breath on my neck and it cuts me

As they dig in her land, they dig in her skin

From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again

Should I stay up or dream

Of her soothing voice, of her silver hand

So mellow they seem

And now her words rekindle a fire, she knows

Nearly died

But the deeper I burn, the colder she grows

As they offer a cliff, my sentence tonight

Oh my lost infatuation

If time was our friend and took us back to the start

Oh my lost jubilation

Then no mountain, no ocean would keep us apart

From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again

From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again

She sang to me, she sang to me

From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again

She sang to me, she sang to me

From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again

She sang to me, she sang to me