Go to sleep, Love, dive deep down into your wildest dreams and
find that stardust you buried inside yourself so long ago...
Would you take me with you? Would you let me run alongside?
We could race with our loneliest memories up Mount Fuji;
I just know we'd leave them choking in the dust, left so far behind.
We could build ourselves a nest somewhere close to the stars,
we could take a nap with the birds and whisper to them stories about all of our different scars.
And I know not all of my dreams make sense, some are outlandish and impossible to do.
But what's the point in living Life if we never do as dreamers do?
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Go to sleep, Love, dive deep down into your wildest dreams and
find that stardust you buried inside yourself so long ago...
Would you take me with you? Would you let me run alongside?
We could race with our loneliest memories up Mount Fuji;
I just know we'd leave them choking in the dust, left so far behind.
We could build ourselves a nest somewhere close to the stars,
we could take a nap with the birds and whisper to them stories about all of our different scars.
And I know not all of my dreams make sense, some are outlandish and impossible to do.
But what's the point in living Life if we never do as dreamers do?
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