As our vision blurs We hold a torch to light the recesses of the dark Walking alone, listening to the footsteps that echo behind
All the time, the ghosts flit past and through us Hiding in the future We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back Should we run or hide? ♪ Dead silence ♪ Thieves of Dreams Silent Sedution We see the shape of memory standing solid in an empty doorway By blood and by choice we are haunted by ghosts Each one comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dreams and silence Should we run or hide? ♪ Dreams and silence ♪ Dead silence ♪ Dead silence