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)