Once again there astrides
My armoured masked Prince
Abreast on his white horse
Deathly blows of wind
Still I untear myself forward
to undo his treacherous mask
To undo his treacherous mask
"Thud" I fall down
Off my rampled bed
Dream, I tell myself - again
He might have vanished
But not gone, forever
Tomorrow is mine
Tomorrow is mine
He will be back
Bygone maybe his horse
Replaced by a Hardley
Armour by an Armani
Nothing alike today
Yet its all the same...
My silly world of dreams