A sacrifice, a crack in timeWe walk on glass, I spin in despairWe dance in the halls of the past, gateways no longer thereTo nourish a dream and feel it disappearWe harbour the thought of youth, a bloom no longer hereA ritual to shape the fabricHere’s the placeA familiar scentA state of mindGoing back in timeHere I amWaiting for ghostsAnd sometimesThey appearSometimesThey riseBut you are falling, you are fallingYou are fallingNot flyingBut you are drowning, you are drowningYou are drowningNot divingAlone I will travel in time tonightBut you are dreaming, you are longingYou are cravingNot livingAlone I will travel in time tonightHere I am waiting for ghostsHere I am waitingAnd I wait