Is this the same sky under which we lay
Lost in a world of our making,
Dreaming together of long loving years,
A ripe future there for our taking?
Pervasive persuasive dreams
Now come apart at the seams.
Do you now gaze at the sky as me
And see the same clouds floating lightly?
And have you the wish to relive our dreams
Yet hold in emotions so tightly?
Pervasive persuasive dreams
Now come apart at the seams.