Part I: Prelude - Time For You
[Instrumental]
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Part II: Night Terrors
Still a slave to the nighttime demons
Still captured by their spell
Looking down into the vortex
To the fires of a sleep-created Hell
Down in the seething mass
You see, though from afar
Your one last chance
All's not fair in sleep and war
When you're on the losing side
Placed in battle by your own nightmares
And no one hears your tortured cries
But through the battle lines
You see, though from afar,
That one defining point of light
That shows who you are
This sleep is not what it seems!
But it's bearing down on me,
Tearing out of me,
Until the daylight comes around.
And this is not the end of the world
Although you sure can see it from here
Nights and terrors blend into blackness
Random thoughts replaced by fears
Called form somewhere
In the back of some lost mind
Comes the drive, the motivation,
In the daylight, dreams are blind
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Part III: The Midnight Watershed
[Instrumental]
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Part IV: In Dark Dreams
Believe it or not, I've been there too,
I've walked the same precipice as you,
And I've looked down
Through the darkest dreams, cacophonous sounds,
Does it sometimes feel you'll never find the ground?
Still I can't reach you and I can't teach you
You're lost in a dream
Believe it or not, I've walked your way,
I've walked the tightrope that traverses night and day
And I've looked down
Lost my balance on the spiraling ground
You're clinging on, in whirling blindness,
And I'm just nowhere to be found
If I could be your teacher,
Your guide to what is out there
In the dark dreams of your life
Just reach out for a brother,
Or claim your all-time lover
As you hang there on this knife edge
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Part V: The Half-Light Watershed
[Instrumental]
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Part VI: On Returning
Believe it or not, bright lights turn grey,
And the watersheds still join up the days,
As we spin round in the chaos of time,
And the chaos of space
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Part VII: A Sax In The Dark
[Instrumental]
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Part VIII: Night Terrors (Reprise)
Still a slave to the nighttime demons
Still captured by their spell
Looking down into the vortex
To the fires of a sleep-created Hell
With all your energies
You see, though from afar
That one, great, true point of light
That day is who you are
This sleep is not what it seems!
But it's bearing down on me,
Tearing out of me,
Until the daylight comes around.
