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Close the door and drift away
Into a sea of uncertainty
Where all your hopes and dreams
Have faded out of reach.
Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Would you write again for me?

(let me whisper something in your ear)

And you awake and there you are
Not far off from the line before
And just how long did it take for you to understand
Where your feelings stopped and writing began
Convince yourself to take control
Play to the hilt this unlikely role.

Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Will you write again for me?
And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don't want to then you could at least pretend
That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen
And maybe then you'd see the light
And read the truth that you had to write.

If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?
You misread your fate line
Had long run out of time
Would you write again for me?

And you awake and there you are
Not far off from the line before
And just how long did it take for you to understand
Where your feelings stopped and writing began
Convince yourself to take control
Play to the hilt this unlikely role.

If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?
Close the door and drift away   Into a sea of uncertainty   Where all your hopes and dreams   Have faded out of reach.   Remember all the bad dreams   Are not far from reality   Would you write again for me?      (let me whisper something in your ear)      And you awake and there you are   Not far off from the line before   And just how long did it take for you to understand   Where your feelings stopped and writing began   Convince yourself to take control   Play to the hilt this unlikely role.      Remember all the bad dreams   Are not far from reality   Will you write again for me?   And who bade you stop this living art?   Have you forgotten just what you are?   If you don't want to then you could at least pretend   That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen   And maybe then you'd see the light   And read the truth that you had to write.      If heaven sent you downstream   Where banished eyes haven't been   Would you smile again for me?   You misread your fate line   Had long run out of time   Would you write again for me?      And you awake and there you are   Not far off from the line before   And just how long did it take for you to understand   Where your feelings stopped and writing began   Convince yourself to take control   Play to the hilt this unlikely role.      If heaven sent you downstream   Where banished eyes haven't been   Would you smile again for me?