Lusting for the dead is something foolish indeed. I find myself longing for his body. It's a separate attraction than what makes me miss his countenance. Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber Until I realize that it was you who held me under
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack All around the world was waking, I never could go back Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up your circuit-boards Someone's slipping through the hidden door Snow White's stitching up your circuit-board
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up your circuit-boards Someone's slipping through the hidden door Snow White's stitching up your circuit-board Someone's slipping through the hidden door
"Blinding" by Florence & The Machine
