I drift away when work is done, The world outside feels strange, unkind. In dreams I rise, a chosen one, The crown of night is mine to find. The world outside feels strange, unkind, I fumble words, they slip, they fall. The crown of night is mine to find, In dreams the crowds obey my call. I fumble words, they slip, they fall, With friends and lovers I cannot stay. In dreams the crowds obey my call, They never turn their eyes away. With friends and lovers I cannot stay, Coins scatter from my trembling hand. They never turn their eyes away, In dreams I rule a burning land. Coins scatter from my trembling hand, The hero, villain, both are me. In dreams I rule a burning land, A thousand bow where none would see. The hero, villain, both are me, Two worlds collide and break apart. A thousand bow where none would see, I wake with glass inside my heart.