Arena - Midas Vision
Creeping out into the nightKeep your hands outstretched andyour eyes closed tightlyRunning out on your ownDon't answer the door or the telephoneThis is no kind of a dreamNot a blessing but a curseThis is no illusionYou've had them before -this isn't the firstReaching out - so cold!What did I say - did I doTo lose my hold on youEverything you touchWith your finger tips -Hurts so muchThere's a fallen wishit's shattered on the groundlike a broken giftThe Midas VisionWas always beating in your heartThe foolish greed, the golden seedIs dragging out of the reasonand tearing you apart!Reaching out - so cold!What did I say - did I doTo lose my hold on you?Reaching out withall that I could giveWhat should I say - should I doTo make you....Holding out, holding out your handsOpen up, open up your eyesIs that the knockor the ringing of the bellOpen the doorto your own private hell.Reaching out - so cold!What did I say - did I doTo lose my hold on you?Reaching outwith all that I could giveWhat should I say - should I doTo make you live again?Reaching out - so cold!What did I say - did I doTo lose my hold on you?Reaching outwith all that I could giveWhat should I say - should I doto make you live again?
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