We've spent a million lifetimes apart, what's one more? My sleepless thoughts are undone and distraught. The memories of your touch, frame my prison. Your ghost and I, they make quite a pair. Lost in black bedsheets, you disappeared. Hand in hand, take me to the end. I push until there is nothing left. You walk me to the ledge, there's no turning back. I'm left numb and blank as we run out of time. My eyes close and your graven image dies. I'll always be lost in our dream