Blowing slowly Weaving a vessel of dreams Waving gently Nothing happens to me Centuries Asleep My love is in a faraway home Her face is cast in stone She's in a cold world Dying yet never been born Centuries Asleep Numbness is as sweet as it can be Magic is locking me in Resting in a soft drape of black I am never turning back I'm never turning back Never Blowing slowly Weaving a vessel of dreams Waving gently Nothing happens to me Centuries Asleep