A fate so cruel
for dreamer to wake
to find that it’s
Monday
and the heart needs
to wait
And in the crazy every
day
stop and go
for reasons unknown,
I forget.
A touch of electricity
to power up this heart
to charge up these parts
that depart
when your sad eyes
round corners, smoothing
the edges
of vision that’s blurred
I can’t find the word
So I’m left feeling hollow
like a lead with no follow
or a chord without melody
but if you were here
you’d find me a remedy
I know.
Reunited our love will explode
in so many colors
in extravagant wonder
with lightning and thunder
My eyes will open and so
will the skies
to realize
my demise when the
sun starts to rise
and I don’t see your
eyes staring back into mine.
The line is so fine
between dreaming
and real
when the love that
you have
give dreams no appeal.
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
A fate so cruel
for dreamer to wake
to find that it’s
Monday
and the heart needs
to wait
And in the crazy every
day
stop and go
for reasons unknown,
I forget.
A touch of electricity
to power up this heart
to charge up these parts
that depart
when your sad eyes
round corners, smoothing
the edges
of vision that’s blurred
I can’t find the word
So I’m left feeling hollow
like a lead with no follow
or a chord without melody
but if you were here
you’d find me a remedy
I know.
Reunited our love will explode
in so many colors
in extravagant wonder
with lightning and thunder
My eyes will open and so
will the skies
to realize
my demise when the
sun starts to rise
and I don’t see your
eyes staring back into mine.
The line is so fine
between dreaming
and real
when the love that
you have
give dreams no appeal.
I know it's a little cheesy. We all have our days.
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