I ask myself, what is the meaning?   Of words like love, It may be dreaming   I may be dreaming, I may be dreaming   In fright of love , I holler   If not in love , I desire   Soon it will pass like a slow procession   From far away the shadow is rising      It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me      Will it be wrong or right?   Will it come with delight?   Will it come with a curse?   Will it be better or worse?   And sweet with every sound?   Will it stand on solid ground?   Save me from myself, darkness reigns at twelve      I am falling, I fall for you, I am falling      Dead water, dead sand, dark clouds will descend   Here where all broken hearts   Cherish solitude in the dark   Sometimes I picture you, sliding into substitutes   Not knowing if I'm strong   Not knowing what's begun      I fall for you, I fall for you