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Random Thoughts of the Lonely
Last night
I was holding you, in my dream
were you there
could you hear
me
scream
Nothing in reality
now, seems as real
as when I sleep
The confinement of this sentance
is almost more than I can take
I'll never feel more alive
then when I'm asleep
and my heart
has never been more dead
than when I'm awake
Can the hands of time turn back
Do you care enough to look back
There will always be nights
with falling stars
Days will always pass
while I wonder where you are
Two hours, two months, two years gone by
I still find myself alone
Night-time, I'm dreaming
Daytime, waiting by a silent phone
