Every night I must give up to br the next day br Grow tired, retreat and fade away br My heart calling out for more time br My thoughts drifting off among br the sublime br So I pray in the spare br of lucidness br My hopes, my dreams, br my willingness br Yet into sleep I dive br full forward hurl br This other world might weigh br my mortal soil br To steal along the rich br and heady clay then br Slain by rising violins br So I must fall br And thus...I just fall...