Last night I dreamt about you for the first time.
I dreamt you knew but you still asked me.
You asked me what is really your place in my heart.
I told you not to ask me what you didn't want to know.
Even though I knew you knew.
Even though  I know you know.
It is strictly closed awareness context.
And it doesn't matter anyhow.

She’s gone now.
Just faded away.
Like when dark night,
Turns into bright day.

She left then.
Because she wasn’t loved.
Replaced. Rejected.
She flew off like a dove.

Call her now.
And this you will find
She left long ago.
They couldn‘t share the same mind.

One had to leave.
One had to stay.
One took over.
One faded away.

Her yang to her ying.
Her ying to her yang.
They were so different.
And yet just the same.

Call her now.
And this you will know.
She left long ago.
They couldn’t share the same soul.

Divided and together.
One now lost forever.
Unable to cope.
Unable to accept her.

She cut her glory.
And ended her story.
Began her new reign,
of love and of fury.

Call her now.
And you‘ll find from the start.
She left long ago.
They couldn’t share the same heart

One’s hate of love.
One’s love of hate.
One afraid to go.
One afraid to wait.

One had to leave.
One had to stay.
One took over.
One faded away.

Call her now.
And this you will find
She left long ago.
They couldn‘t share the same mind.

Like when dark night
Turns into bright day.
She’s gone now.
Just faded away.

Billie Jean is not my lover.
My dear neither are you.
I can't get over The Way You Make Me Feel.
There is nothing I can do.

If only things were Black or White,
I might not be confused.
I Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'.
Boy you're giving my the blues.

Can't you see I'm a Pretty Young Thing?
Just Give In to Me.
Surely you see I'm a Supafly Sister.
Why You Wanna Trip On Me?

Maybe it's just my Human Nature.
Maybe I'm just Too Young.
Everybody's Somebody's Fool.
Just hope I'm not your one.

I just want you to Hold My Hand,
But I guess it's Much Too Soon.
It's just that you give me Butterflies.
Now I want to Rock With You.

You might think that it's Dangerous,
So you might want to be Just Good Friends.
But I think we should Come Together.
I'd be the best Girlfriend!

Comforting words to be said,
I need you badly to be here.
As always you're nowhere near.
Now there's no place to lay my head.

The Eiffel Tower is on my secret book.
The one that holds my memories of you.
Not the fairy-tale; the one you took
The wrenching pain is all it knew.

The book itself is pleasant to see.
But reading its contents always makes me cry.
Each time the pain becomes new to me.
My hell written down in a black dye.

The book is mine and the story is mine,
But the girl who wrote it isn’t me.
That broken girl woven into every sad line.
The one person I never thought I’d be.

To burn my secret book, many times I have thought.
Maybe the flames would strip grief of its power.
Instead it will stay a reminder of my life’s lot.
My secret pain, in my secret book with the Eiffel Tower.

Eggs fry on concrete
Grass withers and turns to brown
Waiting for warm rain

He wants to sleep.
But there are answers out there of which are still undreamed of.
He pushes on despite the dreams he is deprived of.
What fickle rest he gets he tries to make the most of.
He just wants to sleep.

She wants to sleep.
But there are things she simply cannot rid her mind of.
She thinks the thoughts she dares not ever think to speak of.
There are things she knows her mind cannot talk her heart out of.
She just wants to sleep..

He wants to sleep.
But his future he must now reach out and take hold of.
There are so many things he wishes he could be a part of.
But he knows it is all his life right now can consist of.
He just wants to sleep.

She wants to sleep.
But there is someone out there that she thinks the world of.
Yet someone she can't help but feel she is not deserving of.
The person she needs to be she surely must fall short of.
She just wants to sleep.

He wants to sleep.
He wants to be free of the thing he's under the thumb of.
But he works to be someone he knows he can be proud of.
Only then the burden he holds can he let go of.
Then he can finally sleep.

She wants to sleep.
But there is no rest of the wicked or for those in love.
She lies for hours thinking of the things she's impatient of.
She finally arises, her thoughts she must now write of.
Then she can finally sleep.