Through the corridors of sleep Past the shadows dark and deep My mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall. The mirror on my wall Casts an image dark and small But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I am blinded by the light Of God and truth and right And I wander in the night without direction. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall. It's no matter if you're born To play the King or pawn For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow, So my fantasy Becomes reality, And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep Past the shadows dark and deep My mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall. The mirror on my wall Casts an image dark and small But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I am blinded by the light Of God and truth and right And I wander in the night without direction. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall. It's no matter if you're born To play the King or pawn For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow, So my fantasy Becomes reality, And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
