From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again Should I fight them or weep The Earth is now in the hands of those wicked men ...Singing my wounds to sleep But those once silky sheets now smother and burn me As they kill and they sin I can feel her breath on my neck and it cuts me As they dig in her land, they dig in her skin From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again Should I stay up or dream Of her soothing voice, of her silver hand So mellow they seem And now her words rekindle a fire, she knows Nearly died But the deeper I burn, the colder she grows As they offer a cliff, my sentence tonight Oh my lost infatuation If time was our friend and took us back to the start Oh my lost jubilation Then no mountain, no ocean would keep us apart From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again She sang to me, she sang to me From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again She sang to me, she sang to me From my uneasy sleep I was stolen again She sang to me, she sang to me