(verse 1)
Fantasies of a vision, separation by miles
time tics by slowly, see your face on all dials
"Turn it up!" I say. "Your voice seems so faint..."
one more toc passes, still anxiously I wait
(chorus)
Enter stage four, dreams of you near
arms around pillow, I dream of you here
Awake in stage five, once again I'm alone
find solace in knowing
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