Friday, January 23, 2004
Sit And Dream
In the wee hours of morning
I sit and dream
Dream of you
Brown hair, brown eyes
You're searching for something
Yet you know not what
The minutes tick by
Time drifting away
Lost forever
In the darkness of night
You realize how much things mean
Things like love, honor,
Music, life, tears and joy
You realize what you want
And I want somebody to love
Alone in this god-damned darkness
Where no light can go
Alone in my darkness
Who can help me now?
Though I wish for love
I know I will not find
No one can love me
No one will love me
Yet close by me now
Is one whom I do love
Brown haired, brown eyed
What goes on inside?
Can she love someone like me
Two years older
So different from most others
Does she even love me?
Acting immature
Saying she is not
No longer am I sure
What's real and what's not
Help me find my path
Whatever shall I do
I wish that she would tell me
What she wants to do
For I know what I want
But not what she wants
What must I do
In the wee hours of morning
I sit and dream
The minutes tick by
As I sit and dream about
Brown hair and brown eyes.
In the wee hours of morning
I sit and dream
Dream of you
Brown hair, brown eyes
You're searching for something
Yet you know not what
The minutes tick by
Time drifting away
Lost forever
In the darkness of night
You realize how much things mean
Things like love, honor,
Music, life, tears and joy
You realize what you want
And I want somebody to love
Alone in this god-damned darkness
Where no light can go
Alone in my darkness
Who can help me now?
Though I wish for love
I know I will not find
No one can love me
No one will love me
Yet close by me now
Is one whom I do love
Brown haired, brown eyed
What goes on inside?
Can she love someone like me
Two years older
So different from most others
Does she even love me?
Acting immature
Saying she is not
No longer am I sure
What's real and what's not
Help me find my path
Whatever shall I do
I wish that she would tell me
What she wants to do
For I know what I want
But not what she wants
What must I do
In the wee hours of morning
I sit and dream
The minutes tick by
As I sit and dream about
Brown hair and brown eyes.
