In the early morning nightnYou stumble on in frightnCrying in a doorwaynLike it's a righteous hauntingnYou recite your lifenAnd stories of your dreamsnAnd stories of your loversnAnd stories of your kissesnAnd stories of your dreamsnWhat far flung embracenDid you wander fromnWhat unseen disgrace calls you onnWhat sleep abandonednBrought you to this placenWith this talk of bended kneesnAnd stories of your dreamsnAnd stories of your loversnAnd stories of your kissesnAnd stories of your dreams