I have a reoccurring nightmare 
A reoccurring nightmare 
A reoccurring nightmare. 
It goes this way: 
The shadows
Cast by the world as the sun sets
Move from their places.
They creep and seep into my skin. 
I know I’m dreaming,
But I can’t wake up. 

I have a reoccurring nightmare
A reoccurring nightmare 
A reoccurring nightmare.
I think it goes this way: 
The sun 
No matter how sorrowfully I beg it
Won’t stay up in the sky any longer. 
The night 
Does not delay.
It does not delay for me. 
The darkening sky crumbles 
And crashes down on my head. 
I know I’m dreaming,
But I can’t wake up.

I have a reoccurring nightmare
A reoccurring nightmare
A reoccuring nightmare.
I don’t remember much of it in the morning. 
The only thing that follows me into day
Is a cold terror. 
I’m not afraid of the shadows, but of dreaming
Of the moments when I know I’m dreaming.
I know I’m dreaming,
But I can’t wake up.