Follow the ghost of a dream
Make port at the edge of the sea
The heart weighs like stone on a journey alone
I'll sink it and then take my leave
Thousands of places to see
A few special faces to leave
Take what you need, there is nothing to see
But a dreamer who travels alone
Still I yearn for the warmth of an angel
Though heartless, I still feel the cold
I could dance in the arms of an angel
When the weariness takes its toll
Bound by the ghost of a dream
And haunted by specters of grief
Distant, the glow of the promises old
The cure for mortality
I could sleep in the arms of an angel
When the weariness takes its toll
