Psychic

Between every sunset and sunrise I offer my soul to the darkness inside. My precious dreams the valuable prize That the demons so scathingly deride. In the darkness I search for a clue, The key to this taunting maze. Something borrowed, something blue To lift this tired, worn out gaze. I drown in every bitter sweet night Calling your name over again. Every soul has a blinding light, I search for you in vain. I dreamed that you would contact me Once you passed the great divide. But now that your spirit is soaring free, In total darkness you seem to hide. Let me feel your presence once more Let me see your ghostly face. I shuddering beseechingly implore Let me again feel your warm embrace. Between every sunrise and sunset I try to forget this soulless night. Good-day astral traveler, well met. I was not born with second sight.