I want to see the dreams you have of you and I when you sleep,
Confessions you wont even admit to yourself outloud because nothing exists if it only exists in your head.
I want to know the things you think i already do,
They seem more like given truths rather than things better left unsaid
Sing to me the poetry you write me in your head,
so i know there's truth to the madness in my own rhyme.
I didnt know another tune could be so familiar
Never expected to pass someone and see a mirror where his face should be
Home.
Never thought it would be a place id see.