A fever is burning inside of me. Deeper, I'm drifting into a sleep. I'm falling, over the edge of the world. I'm screaming, in vain 'cause my voice can't be heard. Is this the end of being, the end of all time? It comes to us all no matter who you are... Lying awake at night, Gazing into a candlelight, Watching the morning sun; I will never be the one. So cold in the Autumn rain, Dreaming of life without this pain, A dream of the warming sun... But I will never be the one.















