In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal   Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see   When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me      I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung   Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see   When there was no strings to play, you played to me      In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood   Where all the pages are my days, and all my lights grow old   When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me      In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed   When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold   When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me