In a daydream, I see you again,
We’re laughing, we’re dancing, a world without end.
But then I wake, and you’re just a ghost,
A fleeting shadow, gone without a trace.
The ceiling above holds more than my sighs,
It carries the words left behind.
A love that never was, a love that could’ve been,
Lost in the room.
Still, I’ll dream, I’ll hold onto the light,
That someday I’ll break through this endless night.
And find you there, not as mine, but free,
On the other side, where we were never meant to be.