Lie down your weary head,
Don’t let your mind go dead… For me.
Tell me what do you see,
Illusion or fantasy… Tell me.
Change:
Her consciousness is fading,
fading out of sight.
Unconscious thought is unfolding,
Escape to inner light.
Guitar Solo (Staccato with rhythm):
She’s peaceful when she is sleeping,
Confusion with morning light.
Hold tightly to what she is fearing,
Clinging desperately to her fright.
