i often talk to you in my dreams
sometimes on paper, sometimes in reams
i tell you so much about how i feel
you know all my thoughts, you know all my dreams
i lay here at night thinking of you
wishing you were here, to see you, to talk to.
i sit here and think and wonder why
and slowly the evening goes wearily by
till i lie on my bed and close my eyes
and there you are, till the morning rise~
we sit and we talk and we do things together
it seems so real. in dreams things always seem better
we do all those things when my eyes are closed tight
that are far beyond dreams in the morning light
why can`t we live forever in our dreams in the night?
then morning breaks and its back to reality
the daily drudge of life and practicality
the realisation that i`m not with you
that life goes on though we may not want it to
forcing myself through the rigours of the day
earning enough to pay my way
going through the motions of life
ignoring as best the worries, the strife
remembering the future, the prospects for life
thinking of you, my future, my life,
you ~ my future, my wife.
here am i in my bedroom all evening
just lying here, thinking of you, dreaming
trying to put you out of my mind
trying to forget you, leave my feelings behind
but it`s no use. i still think of you each night as i lay in my bed
thinking over the things that you said
trying to remember this advice that i read
`have plenty to do in the work of the lord`
good advice, but sometimes so hard.
i can see you but not hold you when we meet each day
and as i can`t show my feelings i`ve got nothing to say
not that i`m hiding anything from you
i just find it so hard now to talk to you
i feel so awkward whenever you`re near
i don`t know what to say, maybe it`s fear
i don`t know how to react anymore
and you seem to be avoiding me more and more
you expect me to tell you everything that i do
but when do i see you? what can i do?
you say that i`m secretive when you find out things that i`ve done
i`d tell you myself, but you`ve always somewhere to run
when was the last time we sat and talked together?
when was the last time we spent time together?
i don`t feel hurt. at least i don`t think so
i`m just very confused.
i don`t know what you want, if you want me to go
i don`t understand what you want from me now
you said we`d be friends,
but friends talk, and we don`t now
i`m confused
what do i do?
where do i go?
...do you think of me anymore?
when i look into your eyes what do i see?
i see kindness, compassion
your eyes smile at me
but is it us, or is it just me?
how do you feel?
you never say.
so when i look at you, if i look too long, i have to turn away.
from across the room i catch you looking at me
why do we both turn away?
why do we both stop and switch our gaze?
i am right. you were looking at me.
are you afraid of what i might say?
are you lonely these days?
don`t turn away.
what are your thoughts and feelings at this moment?
why not just stop and stare at me?
i`m sure you want to really.
why not show you care?
you almost do sometimes. well, very nearly.
still, just to see you brightens up my day
so don`t turn away.
i wish i knew how you were feeling
i wish i knew with what i was dealing
the looks you give me make me wonder
the way you speak to me too
you have beautiful eyes. i didn`t mean their colour
they shine like stars. i love your smile too.
i`m not trying to make you say anything you don`t want to
i wouldn`t want to push or hurt you
i`m usually quite patient.
but if only i knew.
anyway, don`t let these words worry you.
just remember, i`ll be there if you need someone to turn to
i`ll be your friend night or day
so please, next time,
don`t turn away.
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