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...

mardi, décembre 11, 2007

Dreaming away...

I don't know when i'll be coming home
'cause you don't have the time
you don't know where i am coming from
'cause you don't care

Thinking about what i should have done

now seems so wrong
taking off for the second part
it feels to me like a brand new start

Wasted my time when I was away

but as people say
only fools never change their mind
they sit and wait for better times

I'm coming home
it's not something you know about
but it is allowed