Sumerland (what Dreams May Come)

your tempting me to all of life and all its pleasure take me to the dream to the highs and the depths of my soul here we free thoughts inside giving up for giving time but a world without end where no soul can descend there will be no sumertime how lost lifes been afraid of waking up so afraid to take the dream shapes of angels the night casts lie dead but dreaming in my past and they're here they want to meet you they want to play with you so take the dream can't break free and I hear them call they want to plague you they're here once more they want to lay with you