Something Else

Looking down on empty streets and all she can see Are the dreams all made solid, The dreams made real All of the buildings, All of the cars Were once just a dream In somebody's head She pictures the broken glass She pictures the steam She pictures a soul...

mercredi, octobre 03, 2007

[Cherished Dreams Forever Asleep]
















As soon as the music stops
I hear you inside my head
Your footsteps loud and clear
Sounds like you're almost here
As soon as the music stops
I hear you outside my house
And now you're at my door
It sounds like you give me more
As soon as the music stops
I hear you inside the room
Your breathing gets so loud
So loud inside
Sometimes