Dreaming Wide Awake (Alexander Theatre Sessions) Songtext
von Poets of the Fall

Too late, the melody is over
The joke seems to be on me cos I′m the one not laughing
Down here on the floor
Deflate, the mystery of living
In the most heartless fashion I could ever Imagine
No pretense of decor
Another place and time, without a great divide
And we could be flying deadly high
I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake
Another place and time, without a warning sign


And we could be dying angel style
I′ll sell my soul to dream you wide awake
I'll dream you wide awake
With me, disaster finds a playfield
Love seems to draw dark, twisted pleasure tearing at me
Cos I can't let you go
Mercy, like water in a desert
Shine through my memory like jewelry in the sun
Where are you now
Another place and...