And I feel you descending From the eschewed rusty hill I can't avoid the rising Of a certain unnamed chill And now your little fingers Scratching over my pale skin And motionless we are listening To its balmy whispering You'll be vanished with the morning Among the other hazed dreams I've had And then again it's over And I leave your blooming bed Because dreams don't last forever No matter if they are good ones or bad When the sky turns red And all turns red You'll be vanished with the morning With all the other hazed dreams I've had I'll be vanished with the morning Among the other hazed dreams you've had And all is red