And they pass us like fleeting memories
No more do they seek us alive
Free here with wings of light and laughter

Moving on paths of substance,
borne aloft by ever perfect Will.

Sealing the way the paths that you will see,
for we are moving through space and time unbegotten
As formlessness ensues

For who has the keys?
As she falls into sleep
she calls for the keys.

Will you release me?
For I am waiting
for the loneliest day
to be leaving
Is this the end?

For who has the keys?
She calls from the deep
As she falls in to sleep
she calls from the dream

Is this the end or am I dreaming?
Is this the end or am I leaving?

Falling, in this the realms of sleep.
Calling, the names of the faceless, Arise.
Sealing the way, holding on to nothing but sanity.
Rise,
Fail,
Nothing is the same

As she falls into sleep,
believe me for I am Dream
They're calling the Ancients of Sleep,
they're calling the Ancients of Dream
(They're falling into sleep)
(They're falling into dream)
They're falling into Sleep
They're falling into Dream…