(dream...dream...)

I went and took a photograph
of a strange and desperate scene
a lot of people stepping
up to the guillotine

And now I wait beside you
And I call you by your name
oh, whisper to me softly

before I slip away 
yeah before I slip away 
yeah before I slip away
back into the dream (dream)
back into the dream (dream)

And I took a photo of him
not a hair was out of place
sitting high upon his tumble
with a smile upon his face

and now I wake beside you
and I draw you close to me 
oh whisper to me softly

before I slip away 
yeah before I slip away 
yeah before I slip away
back into the dream 
(dream...dream...)
back into the dream
(dream...dream...)

I turned the camera on myself
as I lay tangled in your weave
and I shot you full of images
of picturesque evil

and now I wake beside you
In time i hear you say
oh whisper to me softly

before I slip away 
yeah before I slip away 
yeah before I slip away
back into the Dream 
(dream...dream...)
ohhhh
(dream...dream...)
yeah back into the Dream 
(dream...dream...)
back into the Dream 
oh yeah