Caught in the cryptic frontiers of mind Just having fun, this weird old guy In a haven rather hard to find For those who do not dare to fly The gates of bedlam open wide As he explores his hidden side Deeper, deeper, into a fathomless abyss To rule the kingdom of his own That's for no-one else to be shown Dreamer, seeker of the grim reaper, they say But the escapist knows the way ...en route to Elysium ...never have to feel lonesome Hanging around with Morpheus at night Taking a nice nocturnal jaunt Drinking wine with this immortal Wight All the way until the day has dawned