Once it had slipped past midnight,
I haven't even noticed as I fell asleep
As I haven't noticed all your deceits.
The faces, cries and stupid lies,
The many ways you weren't mine.

My dream took me out again
To a place with a dry sun
Where music had no need for rhyme
And laughing was a paradigm.

One single look of miscontempt,
The shy disaster layed by thread;
I didn't get, I was confused
That you had stayed back with the moon.

There was perfection in your eyes,
A car which drove right through your heart,
And even if you prayed the Lord,
Yesterday was heaven, now you're bored.