I could not protect her from the dangers beneath Nor could I project the haunting image I'd seen She killed herself in a dream I had I knew things had decayed, but I did not know how bad Who's responsible for what I see when I sleep? Is it divinely designed or is it conjured by me? She killed herself in a dream I had If it was sent here to me, why can't I send it back? Unconsciously touched by a hand as it swings Angry as I could be despite how lovely she sings She killed herself in a dream I had Sprung awake by the sound of sirens from up ahead