Fleeting Nights

Dreaming the night away brings me so far away
One night was London, then southwards I began
I, the wayfarer in my dreams, hated and naked
Walking, walking, 'til I knew that in Lisbon I was
My arms, legs, cold and numb as a mannequin
But beyond them all was my waking eye
Conjuring echoes of the catcher in the rye
Light of day, why chase me in the shadows?
Cometh the dawn, I am numb, dead, empty
I, the silhouette beneath your blinding rays
Awaiting silently the storms, the thunders
To absolve me of you, the reaper of dreams
Yet the goddess of night, ever true to her will
She shall return, fair in my dreams as ever
Swallowing all the world with great darkness
Knowing no bounds, no horizons across the sea

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