In my head, in
my head, the dreams
are all but dead…and
I wait for you

In my haste, in
my haste, the lies
that went to waste…and
I wait for you

In my past, in
my past, some things
were never asked…and
I wait for you

I’ve stolen this song from a dream I had
of someone singing it to me
watching her eyes as they fell into sad
from a future that was never to be

I’ve accepted my madness like I know I should
based on the fact I know who I can’t be
but I know, but I know…I would if I could
let go of those words and break free

In my dreams, in
my dreams, nothing
is ever as it seems…and
I wait for you

In my pain, in
my pain, nothing
is ever the same…and
I wait for you

Those aren’t my words; they were sung to me
I simply repeat them in order to hold onto her pain
I see them, I feel them…they are now a part of me
and I will never, ever be the same

In my head, in
my head, the dreams
are all but dead…