Under the iron sky, doctor
Now that you have gone away
I feel so cold, why did I stay?
Dreams. One can't control them. One has to experience them. Stand by helplessly when they slip from your hand. The Doctor accompanies me often. Very often. And yet, I can never follow him.
Remember, I'll remember your face so pale
when you left me on that gloomy day...
Every time, every single time I die, leave another scar deep within him. Hurt him and have to watch how he is torn apart. The moment when his face turns ashen, when he knows that he can't help me. And never, not a single time I'm able to tell him, it's OK. That I have to leave him behind.
Time goes by, memories are mine
Memories. Memories that aren't real. Created by me, my dreams, my yearnings. So real, and yet never ever more than a dream. But they belong to me, me alone. My secrets. My memories.
Still waiting for the moment I'll see you again
Times are changing, memories are fading
One can't enforce dreams, long for them. They come, or they don't.