Peter Salett - Walking Dream Lyrics

First there comes the rage
Staring at the gates
And wishing on a train
Just trying to feel the same

The memory of
The first I loved
Has stayed with me
Through this walking dream

Through this walking dream...

She didn't come to save
But looked inside, and gave
Me this tiny sound
Now I'm wishing her around

The memory of
The first I loved
Has stayed with me
Through this walking dream

Through this walking dream...

Now I found this cold, cold place
A broken shard, a fall from grace
Is this a cradle or a tomb?
Either way, I'm leaving soon

The memory of
The first I loved
Has stayed with me
Through this walking dream

Through this walking dream...