Everything’s moving far to fast
for me to grab hold of anything tangible
my dreams are far from dead
so I won’t settle for anything practical

They call me foolish
for the hours I continue to keep
but nothing beats morning air
After a long night of no sleep

It may be crazy, I know
to still think that dreams come true
but maybe it’s only the crazy ones
that are ever destined to make it through

I’ll find my way on day
and it’ll be the one for which I was born
well the rest will be still lost
living day to day lethargic and forlorn

If you’re beautiful, they’ll deliver their hearts
in prompt, primped, boxes with bright bows
if you are plain, with a heart of gold
you’ll only be given a life of juxtapose

everyone squanders their love on the few
who will never reciprocate the same sentiment
they will only fall for those other beautiful people
who’s hearts only intent is that of malcontent

with some in love with the feeling of lust
and some lusting for the feeling of love
millions of lonely people sitting alone
waiting for just one person to rise above

love may be blind but lovers are not
if only they could see what shines inside
we could end the heartbreak and heartache
two soul mates, hand in hand, and side by side

If you were to cry
I would dry each dropping tear
chase away every encroaching fear
nothing can hurt you, while I am here

If you were to lie
we’d fight the whole night long
finally admit to both being wrong
and with the dawn we'll be made strong

If you were to die
I would swallow the urge to parish too
so I might tell the world all about you
About how love can still, in this day, be true

My heart gushing gallantly
Leaking long lists of lyrics
trying to have your heart
without games or gimmicks

You’re like an ambient alien
a new, but beautiful being
my eyes engrossed in awe
because of sight I am seeing

I have lived a loveless life
and continued completely content
because before I met you
I never knew what love meant

Fate be my guide.
Night be my cover.
Awe be my eyes .
And luck be my lover.

The space between the stars and the earth
with creatures that never adapted to flight
left looking out into the ever expansive skies
all mystified, but still quite contrite

We made machines to take us to the air
and then commercialized the thought
all the dreams of wings and wonder
is still dreamer talk all said for naught

still I stare at the star stained stratosphere
hoping one day that we might meet
With the stars surrounding my eyes
And the clouds planted at our feet

I build my world in the night
to have it washed away in the day
all that I have said so far
is not a fraction of what I have to say

I sing away in twilight
just to see it break away by dawn
I slave away in the dark
and by the light it is all gone

But one day I’ll escape
from the out skirts to the town
where the people stay out
even when the sun goes down

and we build a life
that the sun could never bleach
we’ll build our towers
to places where only stars can reach