I listened to the scratching of the pen
And heard nothing but the lonely silence
I was so accustomed to

The ink's dark smell
Filled the room I crept in, slept in
Every night I'd fall deeper to its trance

Parasitic poems
Leeched off of my heart
And so it blackened and grew heavy

'Til the day I let it flow
When the colors flooded back
And I looked into the paper
Listened to the scratching
I could see the darkness fading
There was sound now
(It was you . . .)
There was someone
(It was you . . .)

So I woke up from the nightmare
Just to fall into the dream
And I hope to live within it
'Cause it's so much brighter now
That you're dreaming it with me

Yes, my heart is lighter now
And it was because of you