Espionage

Whisper poems into my ear And I know one day I'll be there Travel agents through time and space They will guide me through the ages Shadows creep over my eyes Wide awake I sleep My realism is falling under Shadows creep over my eyes Wide awake I sleep My realism is falling under I know it's hard to walk away I know it's hard to stay But when you're coming off the high Just know that I am real Shadows creep over my eyes Wide awake I sleep My realism is falling under Shadows creep over my eyes Wide awake I sleep My realism is falling under I know this can't be real This is the hell I feel But I must do what's right And feel the rising sun again Ooh, it's neverending again Ooh, it's neverending again Ooh, it's neverending again Ooh, it's neverending again...