| Close the door and drift away |
| Into a sea of uncertainty |
| Where all your hopes and dreams |
| Have faded out of reach |
| Remember all the bad dreams |
| Are not far from reality |
| Would you write again for me? |
| (let me whisper something in your ear). |
| And you awake and there you are |
| Not far off from the line before |
| And just how long did it take for you to understand |
| Where your feelings stopped and writing began |
| Convince yourself to take control |
| Play to the hilt this unlikely role |
| Remember all the bad dreams |
| Are not far from reality |
| Would you write again for me? |
| And who bade you stop this living art? |
| Have you forgotten just what you are? |
| If you don’t want to then you could at least pretend |
| That the paper’s your soul and your blood’s the pen |
| And maybe then you’d see the light |
| And read the truth that you had to write |
| If heaven sent you downstream |
| Where banished eyes haven’t been |
| Would you smile again for me? |
| You misread your fate line |
| Had long run out ahead of time |
| Would you write again for me? |
| And you awake and there you are |
| Not far off from the line before |
| And just how long did it take for you to understand |
| Where your feelings stopped and writing began |
| Convince yourself to take control |
| Play to the hilt this unlikely role |
| If heaven sent you downstream |
| Where banished eyes haven’t been |
| Would you smile again for me? |