Trembling and shaking - her black velvet hair
Falls over her shoulder – across the back of the chair
And I steer with fire and she laughs with smoke
We sit here in silence - the lamps turned down low
Dream dream dream now we just dream the dread away
She is my blessing and she is my curse
She is the sad song that remains unheared
She is the future that is lost in my past
One night remaining to fight the dread in us