I went and took a photograph
of a strange and desperate scene
a lot of people stepping
up to the guillotine
now I wait beside you
and I call you by your name
oh whisper to me softly
before I slip away
back into the dream
I took a photo of him
not a hair was out of place
sitting high upon his tumble
with a smile upon his face
and now I wake beside you
and I draw you close to me
oh whisper to me softly
before I slip away
back into the
I turned the camera on myself
as I lay tangled in your weave
and I shot you full of images
of picturesque evil
and now I wake beside you
and I draw you close to me
oh whisper to me softly
before I slip away
back into the Dream

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