When I wake in the morning,
I lay you to sleep in my dreams.
I write songs that starts with "you",
It's sad the way the pen ends up all alone,
when they rhyme no more with you.

If I could erase my memories clean,
thoughts of you will be all that I have left to be seen.
I ride the bicycle across the town in the rain,
on the sandy beaches, naked feet floating along the sand;
I lay all day painting pictures of you in the grain.

If only I could draw the sun,
would I shade it in another color ;
will I make the sky glow in shades of you for ever?

If I could rain the moonshine,
will I let the night be painted in dark?
Will I shade it in hues of blue,
will I let the rain drizzle in drops of you?

If only I could change my mind,
forget the tears that freeze my mirrors blind.
hear the chimes ring another song,
coz the days long cursed have finally gone.

If only I could make the sands fly,
only if under the stars,undisturbed along you I could lie;
if only the whites were a different shade from the snow,
Never would I have let the memories go.
slowly along the drain of life,to nowhere as we flow,
unknown, onto the jaws of death, like hermits we go.

If only I could fly with no wings,
with dreams pillon the heart,
egos walk like kings.
I hover by graves, among fallen leaves;
I walk on and on blind,
as the horizons of life turn unkind.

shadows of the sun fly past,
shades of moving light tear apart the open skies,
the light scars the clouds in strands of silver lines.

Windows peek into yesterdays,
the winds long gone blow on the greens again.
The bright sun and golden rains recess back into my dreams,
thoughts grow back into the nothing they came from,
I watch the clock rewind in circles, as the birds fly above.

Out of window panes in the rain,
I wet my hands under the sky in drops of you.
The clouds with their silver lining floating high above,
seems like strands of golden hair that I closed my eyes to.


I dance in my head to songs of you,
float under the milky way with the stars and you.
I cry unseen to the flower and the wind,
under the yellow showers of sun's falling light;
my tears hide along the pouring rain,
and I close my eyes, drenching in drops of you.

where did the rain go?
now its just me all alone by the window.
Will the sun come again the next day,
and roll over the clouds or just let them cry again?

Should I shut out the wind,
so cold and so little care,
blowing over grass and sheep alike;
is it afraid to let its feet feel,
the ground that grows beneath, so green.

all my light sinks back into you,
the world walls around like closed corridors.
call out to the times that passed,
a river of memories flow along no lines of there own.

window panes talk out thro the wind between the curtains,
I am scattered in the world outside.
I have seen no one in the mirror for too long,
I roam around looking for nobody no more.