You were the waiting spirit, that called my trembling soul.
I had a moment of clarity, and I went and said it all:
“What is it you came for? Why do you appear, soul?
I never said I would go with you.“
Dark Spirit singing from the light; Light Spirit crying for the night.
“What is it you were waiting for?” I heard you from the open door.
“What is it!?“
Spirit you call me; spirit you scream my name.
Spirit I haven’t a moment to spare.
I stand there, you cried out.
I lay down, you sighed out.
“What is is that you’re waiting for?“
Dark Spirit singing from the light; Light Spirit crying for the night.
“What is it you were waiting for?” I heard you from the open door,
“What is it!?“
Why do I hear you in my dreams?
Every night I see you, every night you’re there:
“Come away and run with me, come away I dare thee.“
Why do I hear you?
Why do I hear you!?
… Why do I care?
I feel despair.
Why do I hear you?
Why do I feel you?
Why do I fear you?
Why do I… fear you?
Why are you here?
Kiminy Cricket 