Within myself. There are a million things. Spilling over. Falling out into a silent stream. Feel the warm wind touch me. Hear the waters crashing. See my windows wiping clean. It's my recurring dream. Within myself. A secret world returns. Over and over. Where the white flame of desire burns. Feel the warm wind touch me. Hear the waters crashing. See my windows wiping clean. It's my recurring dream. Within myself. There are a million things. Feel the warm wind touch me. Hear the waters crashing. See my windows wiping clean. It's my recurring dream