Surrounded in black
you can't see a thing.
The words gets louder,
are you listening?
Someone who's speaking so softly to you
telling you the things that're only true.
The words you hear from a heart.
You'll eventually see something through the dark.
Only you can't really know what it is,
You're still blinded in all this.
Tho you can really imagine what it could be
because, the thought of it was of you and me.
So turn on the lights,
now what do you see?
Was I really there,
or in your fantasy?