No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was
undone.No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a
body in the garden.No more dreaming like a girl so
in love, so in love.No more dreaming like agirl so in
love with the wrong world
undone.No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a
body in the garden.No more dreaming like a girl so
in love, so in love.No more dreaming like agirl so in
love with the wrong world