When I say, it belongs in my thoughts
It's the way of dreaming
They were unspoken
but I've to live
I can steal this and that.
It's gotten hard
not life, to know yet wait;
the night was once sanctuary.
When I say, truth be told from my view
I'm not cowering
I live for tomorrow in the end.
If the stars remain untouched
but drawn and spoken for
This and that belongs in that realm.
It's gotten harder
not life, but living
separately from those unspoken thoughts.
When I say, there's something missing
greed isn't new to me
I was young once.
But dreaming from nothing
turns even a blank page grey
see the tries made over and over.
It's gotten hard
not life, wondering if life
mysteriously knows itself.
I've to live, when I say I've to live
I've cowered
My thoughts have won; it's the way of dreaming.
The night was once sanctuary
but I've changed
not all seasons are at fault.
It's gotten harder
the day can tell you even without the sun
not life, wondering if I'm living…