Me & My Distorted Dreams

Don't Don't wake Don't wake me Don't wake me up Don't wake me

Don't wake me up

You can't judge me when I create You don't own me when I'm singing You can't judge me when I create You don't own me when I'm singing You can't judge me when I create You don't own me when I'm singing You can't judge me when I create You don't own me when I'm singing

Between the idea And the reality Between the essence And the fallacy

Between the silence And the clarity Between the darkness And the awareness

Between my voices And what they hear Between the faces And identity

Between the body And the soul Between the motion And the act

You can't judge me when I create You don't own me when I'm singing

Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: —Do I wake or sleep?

You can't judge me when I create You don't own me when I'm singing

And This is Me & My Distorted Dreams