The Spell That Comes After

(album: Renaissance - 1968)

It must be a bad dream
You've left me for her to see

And all that's left is a fog
That tells of gladness and laughter
And I recognize it
As the spell that comes after

And numbness fills my head
Apparition, flying in my bed

And all that's left is a fog
That tells of gladness and laughter
And I recognize it
(As the spell that comes after)

Tell me it isn't true
That which stands before me
Is it just a ghost of you

And all that's left is this fog
That tells of gladness and laughter
And I recognize it
(As the spell that comes after)
(As the spell that comes after)
(As the spell that comes after)
(As the spell that comes after)
(As the spell that comes after)
(As the spell that comes after)