You know it's hard to say, exactly what you do to me The way you love me so, then cut me like an enemy Am i dead or awake, alive or asleep? I know the dream is real, when you're coursing through my veins White of the spark, the darkest of dark You know it's hard to see, decipher what you are to me The form you're taking hold, somehow keeps eluding me The moment escapes, on the crest of a wave I know the visions real, when you're looming over me White of the spark, the darkest of dark You know it's hard to sense, what draws me to your entity The way you haunt my soul, keeps me searching endlessly As i exit this place, drift into space The delusions' real, as i'm parting through the veil White of the spark, the darkest of dark