Let me run.
Let me hide.
The rain drips down
The leaves in the trees.
The young man smiles
As he turns away.
The moon shines
In the abyss-black sky.
The dreamer rolls over
Caught in her homeland.
Let me run, let me hide:
Is all she can think.
A distant dream,
Or a realized nightmare?
What shall capture my mind
As I go to sleep tonight?
Who will take my hand
And pull me off the edge?
Am I dreaming,
Or am I awake?
Am I awake to see you
Before you leave me alone?
Are you really there
Or have I just hallucinated your touches?
Is this real
Or is this fake?
Is this good
Or is it bad?
What's going on in my mind
As I fall asleep tonight?
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