I dream uncertain
Of morning light,
Then try to hide it
Under the roof of the night;
I'm pale as a devil,
Unable to see
My own emotions,
What happened to me?
What makes me insane
Like voodoo's life?
I'm still searching for something,
I'm crying inside;
My own temptations
Are laughing like monks,
Who've found an escape
In their black holy sun.

You are my wish...
My distant dream,
Why can't I reach you,
And touch you,
And kiss you?..
This isn't a dream...
What is this feeling
That I'm hiding inside?
Can't it be love?
You help to decide...