These Dreams
Martin Page/Bernie Taupin
pare a little candle, save some light for me
Figures up ahead moving in the trees
White skin in a linen, perfume on my wrist
Full moon that hangs over these dreams in the mist
Darkness
on the edge, shadows where I stand
I search for the time on a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly, come closer than this
All I remember are dreams in the mist
These
dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
Is it
clockin' dagger, could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut through a stain glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight, the candle in my grip
And words that have no form are falling from my lips<
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The
sweetest song is silence that I've ever heard
It's funny how your feet in dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face from these dreams in the mist
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