Is This the Deal? Lyrics

Were those dreams, then?

Is that what they were?

More real than real life

More compelling than theatre

Perhaps they were side-effects of the Propofol

Or maybe the Fentanyl

Or some other stuff that they gave me

Not entirely against my will

I left my panelled library

Through a tunnel of leather and red

To a busy market street

Where I lay helpless in my hospital bed

And all the bright shop windows

Were thick with nickel flies

So I turned to the sun-baked cliff face

Seeking guidance from the wise

Is this how it happens?

Is this how we fade

From one world to another?

Is this how the deal gets made?

But the dreams are dangerous

Enticing you on

So by the time it's time to go

You've already gone

And I can't remember

Stuff you just said from one moment to another

Or whether I'm supposed to be alive or dead

But these dreams (if they are dreams)

Are still pin-sharp in recall

And if I find the way to get there

I might not come back at all

Is this how it happens?

Is this how we fade

From one world to another?

Is this how the deal gets made?

But the dreams are dangerous

Enticing you on

So by the time it's time to go

You've already gone