You came to me in the middle of a dream.
You said: Save me, keep me hidden.
I wait there, a nightmare's night.
I hear hur they walk, I hear doors slamming.
A rope in my hand and rain in my hair.
It's deeds like this,
that haunts me where ever I go.
And I flee in protection of my private cloud.
I will steal a treasure,
the one that hides at the end of the rainbow.
It is mine, it is you.
Come with me, not a sound.
He sleeps lightly with lit candles.
So, climb now, here take my hand.
And feel how my blood whisperes a truth about me,
a quick pitch black flood that rushes for you.
It's deeds like this,
that haunts us where ever we go.
And we flee in protection of our private cloud.
We're stealing a treasure,
the one that hides at the end of the rainbow.
A perfect substitute.