Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes she dies
Still she haunts me, phantomwise
A boat beneath a sunny sky
in an evening of July
Autumn frosts have slain July
Still she haunts me, phantomwise.
Getting sick of the way that I feel
Getting sick of these thoughts that aren’t real
You can’t have
You can’t have
You can’t have
me back
In a Wonderland she lies
Dreaming as the days go by
Dreaming as the summer dies
Still she haunts me, phantomwise.
She’s mine
She’s mine tonight

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