• The smell of roses,
    As you take my hand,
    And lead me into oblivion;
    To those Incubus dreams,
    Of passion nights,
    And kisses from paradise;
    But you led me away,
    From all those things you were supposed to say,
    You were to tell me:
    Of visions of reality,
    Illusions of dazzling beauty,
    Heaven and humanity,
    Of the sky,
    And its colored hues,
    Of the roses,
    And their elusive blues;
    But you led me away,
    From all those things you were to say,
    You took my hand,
    And led me back to,
    Our closeness with oblivion;
    Back to,
    Those dreadful Incubus dreams,
    Of warm passion nights,
    And those sweet kisses from paraidse;
    Maybe one day,
    You'll see my swelling pain,
    And finally give in,
    Keep your promises and,
    Tell me those things,
    That you were to tell me so long ago;
    Visions of reality,
    Illusions of shocking beauty,
    Peaceful heaven and vengeful humanity,
    The sky and,
    Its burning colored hues,
    The roses,
    And their lovely but elusive blues;