It hasn't been long, I can tell by looking at
the clock telling me the dates like a faithful old friend
Only a few days have passed since then, my
memories couldn't be any clearer, eyes staring ahead counting down the seconds,
and counting the days gone by.
No it hasn't been long enough, I think when I
walk these lonely streets, when I stare at these distant lights staring back at
me,
Staring back at me as a reminder of how cruel
these cold evenings can be,
Never believed in a god nor in a curse, but
cruelty is absolute doesn't matter which questions you ask,
I stare at people laughing at the streets,
sadness seeping through their veins,
It’s just too much of a reality to be true, let
it be a dream,
I come back and close my eyes, wishing to be
woken up by the voice whispering “sweet dreams”
I close my eyes and listen hard, nothing but
this noisy silence pierce my heart,
Who knew you could thirst for a voice, a touch,
a simple ‘its ok, I’m here’
And I’ll be till the end, we will get lost and
find our ways back home cuz we always do,
We will always be here, together, telling each
other ‘its ok, I’m here’.
The voice isn't here, nor the touch, just the
loneliness looking back at me in the dark,
I can’t breathe and I sit up on my bed,
picturing a moon that might be in the sky making its mark
Closing my eyes I see the moon, looking up I
whisper, sweet dreams my darling you know I’m always here,
As I promised I would, every day of my life, I
wish you a sweet dream for all the nights to come,
You don’t hear it, but know it, in my heart;
you are the sweetest dream I ever had.
