The Tale of One Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

In the cold and dreary night

I saw a bright light

And like a lost moth, I fell for you.

It was a dream come true.

Too good to be true.

No! Can't think like that.

Don't you know

It can come true?

Knock on wood, I murmur half asleep

As fears of betrayal dig trenches in my mind

It must be true.

Don't think like that.

But me? Surely there's been a mistake.

I just want to hear your voice in my ear

So I can pretend you're with me here.

I feel so at home beside you.

I'm so lonely here without you.

It's coming true!

Please don't go...

Rewind and find the way to say

I mean no harm, it'll be okay!

As the bright light slips away

Leaving darkness in its place,

Is there anybody out there?...