I'm having a bad dream where I keep spiralling again & again in a crystal ball where everybody's changing and leaving so soon on a day like today. So, I ask my soul "is this the way you want it?..can't you pretend that you're alone?" and she says she has no time. Then my shadow shows me there's nothing in my way, except for a walnut tree that bears witness to a beautiful sunshine. I pretend to be playing along with a broken toy in the iron sea, and I try again to kiss the frog prince 'cause I need a heart to hold you. I wake up realizing that we must go somewhere only we know but you haven't told me anything about Atlantic so we might as well be strangers. Since you don't see me with your eyes open my black burning heart can bend and break, 'cause this is the last time the lovers are losing their perfect symmetry. Is it any wonder that love is the end?