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I ask myself, what is the meaning? Of words like love, It may be dreaming I may be dreaming, I may be dreaming In fright of love , I holler If not in love , I desire Soon it will pass like a slow procession From far away the shadow is rising It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me, Will it come with delight? Will it come with a curse? Will it be better or worse? And sweet with every sound? Will it stand on solid ground? Save me from myself, darkness reigns at twelve I am falling, I fall for you, I am falling Dead water, dead sand, dark clouds will descend Here where all broken hearts Cherish solitude in the dark Sometimes I picture you, sliding into substitutes Not knowing if I'm strong Not knowing what's begun I fall for you, I fall for you From Letras Mania