A Recurring Dream Within A Dream

For my own part, I have never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness
Than that with which I conceived it

In words

In words

In words

The clock stuck midnight and through my sleeping
I found a tapping at my door (nevermore)
I looked but nothing lay in the darkness
And so I turned inside once more

To my amazement there stood a raven
Whose shadow hung above my door
Then through the silence it spoke the one word
That I shall hear for evermore

Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)
Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)
Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)
Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)
(Nevermore...)

In words

And still the raven remains in my room
No matter how much I implore
No words can soothe him, no prayer remove him
And I must hear for evermore

Quoth the raven (nevermore)
Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)
Quoth the raven (nevermore)
Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)

(Repeat)

(Nevermore...)