Don't Look Now - Orne

Sometimes I feel I’ve lost my way to gain freedom

From these visions I have that torment my mind

I have lost my blind faith to heavenly dreams

Struck by terror and fear, I wish I’d rather be blind

How can I carry on when she is not here?

I can still hear her laughter down in the hall

Sometimes I can see her when she’s wandering near

Her red dress still in my sight before I begin to fall

All my life turned to sorrow

The spiral stair, slowed down horror

The old lady is blind, but she’s still able to see

I watch the ferry go by in my funeral dream