I could not protect her from the dangers beneath
Nor could I project the haunting image I’d see
She killed herself in a dream I had
I knew things had decayed, but I did not know how bad

Who’s responsible for what I’ll see when I sleep?
It is divinely designed, or is it conjured by me?
She killed herself in a dream I had
If it was sent here to me, why can’t I send it back?

Unconsciously touched by a hand as it swings
Angry as I could be despite how lovely she seems
She killed herself in a dream I had
Sprung awake by the sound of sirens from up ahead