Pointing to the night sky
The moon, bright
Your hand brushes my hair
Mine goes over my eyes
Pulling away from you
Not wanting to
I look up to the sky, for an answer
In my dream, we're on the same page
Our hands swing in unison
Our bodies, the same
I grab my guitar
I sing songs of you
Walking around, feeling the breeze
I see you and her
But you held my hand, over the bridge
I'm dressed in white, alone
Being pulled back to reality,
I wander back--
Into the fog,
I cannot see clearly
When I'm thinking of you
I see you and her, cut the scene
Bring it back to us,
Another take, please
insp. by the japanese house's "saw you in a dream"