I could write a book,
In the nights I lay awake
Staring at the ceiling
Impatiently I wait
I could fill the world with my thoughts.
Tho as the day breaks they would all be lost
Enemy of the Sun
More than once we've fought
I could pave a road with my words
Tho you wouldn't follow me
So they'd go unheard
I could give you peace of mind
Tho you'd question my ability
So why waste my time
I could change the world in an instant
Tho at night I'd lay,
And wonder if I meant it
I could live in the future
But I'd rather live in the past
In hopes that I could make life last
I could close my eyes
But sleeps far away
So I sit in the dark and try to fill this page