There's a place between being awake and the dream
it's the space where the devil resides.

I dreamt of a spot by a broken down mill
I dreamt of a hill far away
I dreamt of a man in flowing white robes
a long time ago from today.

In the dreams where it all seems so plausible
and the place where the cause is the probable
there's no profit in chasing the impossible
in the space where the devil resides.

The man stands still by
the broken down mill but the
wheels turn around in his head
in the place between being awake and the dream
there is living,
but mostly it's dead.