What can you see? i believe - can't receive Feel alone - silent tone, i belong to the goons! What can you see? lost in space - without a face Can't conceive - my reprieve, i belong to the goons! Something in my dreams It was not allowed Something in my dreams I tried to cut it out Something in my dreams puts forth it's hand But not to save me not to help me outside Just to get me down - down out of sight Nightmare ________________________________________ By Dickinson