I ask myself, what is the meaning
Of words like love? It may be dreaming
I may be dreaming, I may be dreaming
In fright of love, I holler
If not in love, I desire
Soon it will pass like a slow procession
From far away the shadow is rising

It's calling me, it's calling me, it's calling me, it's calling me
Will it be wrong or right?
Will [bad word] with delight?
Will [bad word] with a curse?
Will it be better or worse?
And sweet with every sound?
Will it stand on solid ground?
Save me from myself, darkness reigns at twelve

I am falling, I fall for you, I am falling
Dead water, dead sand, dark clouds will descend
Here, where all broken hearts
Cherish solitude in the dark
Sometimes I picture you sliding into substitutes
Not knowing if I'm strong
Not knowing what's begun

I fall for you, I fall for you