I closed my eyes, too tired to think
But I don’t let it go to my head
It’s out of reach, it’s hard to run
In dreams your legs are made of out of lead
Well I fell down in one fell swoop
I raised my arms and flew away to distant lands instead
How many times is that for me?
How many times
Some of the signs are hard to see
Some of the signs
I chased a ghost, a specter of you
I think it was but can’t be too sure
Without a face, not even a mask
The way it felt I knew it’s passed in front of me before
How many times is that for me?
How many times
Some of the signs are hard to see
Some of the signs