You stay,
You stay in bed all day long

And they keep,
They keep telling you it's wrong

You toss and turn
And turn and toss.

And they say,
They say you will be okay

You stare
You stare with soft eyes my way

Hey how are you?
- You know I really missed you. Why don't you come visit anymore? -
How's work going?
- I'm scared someday you'll get sick. You know you could have a different job. -
Do you want something to drink?
- I can always tell that you're uncomfortable but I never know why. It didn't always use to be like this. -
So you wear a beard now?
- You look like your father in that picture of you two. -
Will you come back next week?
- I know that you won't but you say you might call. I'll hopefully see you in a few months. -
Should I give you a ride back home?
- Why won't you let me be your sister anymore? -

'You just spend too much time in your head.'
is what he said when he broke it off.

'You're a daydreamer, huh?'
was the first thing he ever said to me.

To the beating sound of his heart,
mix a handful of delighted laughter
with a spoonful of sweet kisses.
Don't forget the pinch of care
and add a droplet of attraction,
or just make it two.
Then sprinkle in some glitter,
with the affect of a spark transmitter.
But before you're finished,
mix in 10 ml of undiluted trust.
Finally it's done, bottle it up
and keep it forever.

Look I'm here
Waiting just for you
To come and get me
To take me far away
From all there is right now.
Come and get me future.

Why do you call me a pessimist?
I'm a realist, baby.
Life just is horrible and agonizing sometimes.
That's an observation, a precise prediction, a fact.
Tell me what is so wrong about expecting the worst,
about protecting yourself.
Oh now I'm selfish?
Nothing wrong with that.
You can never be sure about anything or anybody.
Certainty is an illusion.
So it's best to keep a safe distance, care for yourself.
A lonely lifestyle?
Well, you have got to make some sacrifices.

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.