Just a figment of a dream
lost somewhere in a fragment
of my imagination
sold to a pound of flesh
for a heart of sin
and a love forgotten

and inbetween the this and that
of facts and reality
I drift aimlessly through the ocean
of blue and grey mist
in the spheres of your eyes
and wonder who was dreaming who

if none of this is real
and if you're not there
and I'm not here
what is forgotten
must have been remembered

and somewhere the devil
must be laughing
at the cost of what I do
by doing nothing
instead of daring
to become something more
than what I am

is it worth the price
if all I have left
is a figment of a dream
lost somewhere in a fragment
of my imagination