| High on a hill, deep in a forest | 
| At the end of a lonely road | 
| Inside a house of New Zealand timber | 
| Lives a young queen all on her own | 
| She took me in and did her healing | 
| And said 'You can stay if you know when to go | 
| But don’t take too much when you start your stealing | 
| Just a little’s enough-you're the one who should know' | 
| You will fall, you will fall | 
| Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems | 
| You will fall, you will fall | 
| Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream | 
| She sat me down at her dark piano | 
| And said 'Can you play me that old Spanish song? | 
| I know a verse and all of the chorus | 
| But there’s just one chord I keep getting wrong' | 
| She threw down three coins and said 'There's a purpose | 
| In all that we do, every fall of a leaf | 
| Now drink from this cup, I made you a potion | 
| And lay yourself down and get you some sleep' | 
| You will fall, you will fall | 
| Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems | 
| You will fall, you will fall | 
| Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream | 
| I woke to the sound of somebody strumming | 
| She held in her hands a parlour guitar | 
| She said 'If you like this song that I’m strumming | 
| Take it with you, it’s only a prayer' | 
| You will fall, you will fall | 
| Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems | 
| You will fall, you will fall | 
| Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream |