Spare a little candle, save some light for me, figures up ahead, moving in the trees... White skin in linen, perfume on my wrist, and the 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, but all I remember, are the 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 cloak ’n dagger, could it be spring or fall, I walk without a cut, through a stained glass wall... Weaker in my eyesight, the candle in my grip, and words that have no form, are falling from my lips... 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... There’s something out there, I can’t resist, I need to hide, away from the pain, there’s something out there, I can’t resist... The sweetest song is silence, that I’ve ever heard, 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 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... 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...