novembro 21, 2009

um sonho, apenas.

You say my dreams, they make you worry
I'm wishing things that are too far for us to hope
You pull me close and whisper softly how much you love me
And I hold you right back

You say my dreams, they make you wonder
I'm wishing things not even angels could hope for
And you're afraid that I'll became a drifter
Away from whatever became of our love

But baby when I dream
I do get lost in it
I fall into the places you refuse to see
And they're beautiful and free
Oh when I dream, my heart goes on fire
And I don't wanna hide it
How could you deny it?

It's just a dream

Underneath this stillness
I swim a troubled sea

(Little David Boy)

1 comentário:

  1. All men suffer upon the impotence to fulfil any and all desires of their loved ones... It's silly, if we only knew how to simply dream instead, together with you... please teach us!