Torn between the dreams and this waking life
I've a nom de plume and this room is rife
The words are for the taking, my bones are bare
A sycophantic aching will lead me there
Don't let this moment pass you by
You know that if you do you'll wonder why
Can I control my mind, what it reveals
Or put my finger on just how it feels
It's like falling from the highest rung
It's harmony unto a song unsung
It's on the tip of my tongue
When it works, it works so well it burns
The feeling brings me peace, then the table turns
Lurking in the darkness are doubts undead
They feed the fears now following me to bed
Shut, shut your eyes and drift to sleep
You know that if you don't there'll be hell to reap
Can I control my mind, what it conceals
Or put my finger on just how it feels
It's like falling from the highest rung
It's harmony unto a song unsung
It's on the tip of my tongue
It's like falling from the highest rung
The chance to breathe but air won't fill your lungs
Quickly now, be swift while you're still young
It's harmony unto a song unsung
It's on the tip of my tongue