Blinding

Verse Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world never quite awake No kiss no gentle word could wake me from this slumber Until I realize that it was you who held me under Felt it in my fist in my feet in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull through my spine and down through my ribs No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world Bridge Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards Synapse slipping through the hidden door Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard Synapse slipping through the hidden door