Don’t Look At Me That Way

Someone, someone.
Someone I'm dreaming of.
Yet though I look at you cold, I confess,
Something hidden and strange and forever.
If there were no hell and no heaven,
Two dreadmen would still have invented them both one way or another.
Through your face I see someone I'm dreaming of.
Someone.
Someone I'm dreaming of.
Someone.
Don't look at me with reproach in your eyes.