Kafka Dreams from Bridges by Dale Harris

They’re haunting me, hearts I’ve broken and the places I’ve been
haunt the alleys with my primal scream
words I’ve spoken are the visions I’ve seen
shadows of the light

in the night I’m calling to you,
from the middle of a kafka dream
on my knees I crawl out to you
then I fall apart at the seams
but O it’s been a while
my heart’s on trial
can’t you see the smile of a desperate man, and
in the night I call out to you
from the middle of a kafka dream

Am I guilty? Don’t know the crime but I cannot flee
these blood stained eyes are accusing me
and etched in flesh is my final plea, not innocent

in the night I’m calling to you, from the middle of a kafka dream
on my knees I crawl out to you
then I fall apart at the seams
but O it’s been a while
my heart’s on trial
can’t you see the smile of a desperate man, and
in the night I call out to you
from the middle of a kafka dream

now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take

in the night I’m calling to you, from the middle of a kafka dream
on my knees I crawl out to you
then I fall apart at the seams
but O it’s been a while
my heart’s on trial
can’t you see the smile of a desperate man, and
in the night I call out to you
from the middle of a kafka dream

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