Digital CLR:
Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state.
Digital CLR:
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake.
Digital CLR:
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
Digital CLR:
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.
Digital CLR:
All the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open.
Digital CLR:
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.
Digital CLR:
All around the world was waking, I never could go back.