The dust darkened an artificial curve, North was lost: nothing left to cling to. Rolling up your guts around it's reel A cardboard future was just holding you down. A Nightmare revealed to me what my dreams were I was forgetting my feet can lead me high, high, high. I gave a dumb tramp all I learned and more, I climbed the stairs: my voice started to recall: "Now I'm here, get me over, let me in."