As the light mourns its death
And the blue turns to murky ink blots
This hopeless romantic
Becomes the romantic hopeless

And as I look into her eyes
The sunset is reflected at me
As it falls to the floor
A drunken mess

And we
The two hopeless
Throw down our fears
And live one night— we truly live

And I wake up to see
Nothing more
Than that
It had been a dream

And yet
Nothing short
Of a
Dream.