Sweet dreams burning through the air
can you taste them on your tongue...

Bodies are strange. I mean, really. Close your...
The amazing thing about bodies is how soft they...

Little angel of a dreamer, don't you cry.
The monsters, they aren't really there...

Take a step back now,
look around at the streets...

Cut the tassles
and the hearstrings...

Butterfly murder
and welcome to my dreams...

Tentatively,
(unfurling like...

Hang suspended in the air,
then submerge and fall down fast...

You're a line
and I'm a string...

Oh, your utter lack of sympathy
it's endearing to me, you know...

Take me away
fly me across...

It's been a while since she's seen him,
Funny how we drift apart...