Because dreaming is my safe place.
It's where I hide. My secret hideout.
It's where I can finally shut the world out.
And it has limited access... for only one person.
And that's me.
Now tell me.
Tell me.
Why do you haunt me? Consume me? Follow me?
Follow me in my dreams.
Look at what you've done to me.
Because now I need you.

I don't want you in my dreams.

Everybody seems to know
What to do,
Where to be,
What to say.

And among all that chaos there's us.
The lost ones.

Everybody seems to have
A goal to reach,
A place to be,
A person to meet.

And among all that determination there's us.
The lost ones.

We're searching for an answer,
Or a certain somebody,
Or a way to feel something.
But eventually we're just waiting for this always present confusion to vanish.

Yesterday** my life felt like a queue,
waiting for something to happen.
For what? you ask.
For what? I wonder.
A change, a mission... an incident maybe.
Am I holding back myself?
Waiting not going,
dreaming not acting.

Today is all the same.

kisses, laughter, heartbeat,
fast, faster, . . . breathe.
Stars are thrown
out of order,
frisky looks and
destined lifes.

yelling, sadness, silence,
quiet, quieter, . . . breathe.
Stars are smashed
out of sight,
scornful looks and
destined lifes.