here we are inside a see-through dream, I know living pictures fall apart and scream, I know some people try all their lives to keep away you have me to dream a secret dream all day in the waking morning dream in sound and when the evening comes don't wake me now here through the blackened vines you see the snow as it gently falls and right to sleep you go some people try all their lives to keep away you have me to dream a secret dream all day in the waking morning dream in sound and when the evening comes don't wake me now