Poets of the fall Dreaming wide awake

Too late, the melody is over The joke seems to be on me cos I m the one not laughing Down here on the floor Deflate, the mystery of living In the most heartless fashion I could ever Imagine No pretense of decor Another place and time, without a great divide And we could be flying deadly high I ll sell my soul to dream you wide awake Another place and time, without a warning sign And we could be dying angel style I ll sell my soul to dream you wide awake I ll dream wide awake