I don't know if what I'm feeling is right
Staying up late, thinking of what this is
What we are, and what we could become
I dream of you, dreaming of me.
Laying in the grass late at night,
Listening to music and pouring our hearts out.
These things I imagine, and will never see.
You let go before I was ready,
Idle, I sit waiting for your return.
Lost, like a balloon in the sky.
Free, but needing something
Anything to hold on to.
I've lost my way.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I don't know if what I'm feeling is right
Staying up late, thinking of what this is
What we are, and what we could become
I dream of you, dreaming of me.
Laying in the grass late at night,
Listening to music and pouring our hearts out.
These things I imagine, and will never see.
You let go before I was ready,
Idle, I sit waiting for your return.
Lost, like a balloon in the sky.
Free, but needing something
Anything to hold on to.
I've lost my way.