You’re always in my dreams.
Colorful clouds are crying out loud,
rain pounding onto the pavement
as I fall into a deep sleep.
I hear your voice from far away.
It calls me closer, over and over,
until I can meet you halfway
through the faded darkness.
You stand there tall and strong,
and I can’t help but wonder,
hiding from the thunder,
if you ever think of me.
If I ever appear in your dreams, too.
I scramble around to find a payphone,
so at last, after all this time, I can call the past,
but it’s only me and you there in the shadows,
and you don’t listen to a word I say.
I’m left screaming into an empty void,
a meaningless abyss,
begging for you to love me
the way you used to.
The way I still love you.
But then I wake up,
and you’re gone before the sun can break into the dawn.
The bed is empty, completely abandoned.
And I am all alone once again
but despite all of the pain,
I’m glad you’re in my dreams.
Because at least you’re somewhere.