歌手:Poets of the Fall
专辑:《Alchemy, Vol. 1》

Too late, the melody is over
The joke seems to be on me cos I'm the one not laughing

Down here on the floor
Deflate, the mystery of living
In the most heartless fashion I could ever Imagine
No pretense of decor

Another place and time, without a great divide
And we could be flying deadly high
I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake

Another place and time, without a warning sign
And we could be dying angel style
I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake

I'll dream you... wide awake

With me, disaster finds a playfield
Love seems to draw dark,
twisted pleasure tearing at me
Cos I can't let you go
Mercy, like water in a desert
Shine through my memory like jewelry in the sun Where are you now


Another place and time, without a great divide And we could be flying deadly high

I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake Another place and time, without a warni
And we could be dying angel styl I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake

I'll dream you wide awake It's like I'm racing to the sun, blindly face blazing gun

Cos I'm afraid I will be left here without you

Like I'm racing not to run, give more when I have none
Cos I'm afraid I will be left here without you... wide awake

Another place and time, without a great divide
And we could be flying deadly high
I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake

Another place and time, without a warning sign
And we could be dying angel style
I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake

I'll dream you... wide awake