Dreamed the long day.
Just wandering free.
Though I'm far gone; you sleep nearer to me.
If I could find peace; if this night leaves

But I can't help myself.

So I'll walk out these wandering dreams.
Up the North road; dressed gold and green
If I could lie still,as that great hill.

But I can't help myself.

Well it's calm and it's clear...
Collapsed here on the stone...
Delivered to this place, a vision dark and cloaked...
And those figures through the leaves...
And that light through the smoke...
And those countless empty days made me dizzy when I woke...
And I live to see your face...
And I hate to see you go...
But I know no other way than straight on out the door...

And I can't help myself...
And I can't help myself...
And I can't help myself...