Daydream There couldn't be anyone out there as lame as me Looking at life through the eyes of a loving heart Seems I’ll never learn or understand why most Prefer remaining in the dark?
I long to hear laughter that match’s mine, finding something funny at the same time.. I’ll say it’s you you’ll say me, the reason we like going to bed with love both hearts are fed.
Silly me there I go daydreaming again. Can’t say I have known how not to go to far ahead, playing out some romantic beautiful dance in my head. Why do most hearts feel dead?
Walking along a winding and narrow path, It occurs to me it’s the same one I’ve always been on. Brings a feeling of peace to know I’m still alive and yes even after all the rivers I’ve cried!