Sliver bells Silver shadows and Summer flowers fill the room And her eyes They hold the skies Of worlds she's told him that exist She's been warned About the storms Of the wolves and all the pain of strange ways Her dream But she always says I take a bit of the past A bit of the future A bit of the past A bit of the future She lives in an alternate now Midnight tolls And midnight strolls Alive or dead Her sweet head Bears no difference between the two She's been warned About the storms Of the wolves and all the pain of strange ways Her dream But she always says I take a bit of the past A bit of the future A bit of the past A bit of the future She lives in an alternate now (Outro)