Touch of Morpheus - Nebelhexe

Weary eyes, I lie awake

The Hours pass and still I wait

Out of my dreams into my life

The sleeper had entered these strange nights

He wandered alone, unnoticed and quiet

Through crowded scenes and faint lights

Speaks no word, but his eyes do tell

The melancholy I know too well

I understood his mute words

He took my hand, showed me his world

In slumber I entered every day

And one day he went away

I search for him

The sleeper’s time

I search for him

The dreamer’s realm