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| I thought she was my friend, then I saw her laughing at me again The story never dies- she was laughin' 'cause I believed in her lies. You used to dream with me- dream of the day when we'd slip away to the sea You saw me laugh, saw me cry, Saw me hope, saw my spirit die Dreamin' of the sharing we would have, dreaming of the sharing we would have, On our island, in the sea Where the soul that is ourselves we could see The shells- they would break, We'd want to give, but never take, We'd want to share each other's rain, find each other again and again we'd be ourselves, no curtains to hide behind, The shallow faces would CRACK- and we would find, What we've been longing to find- the Real You, the Real Me. Now all our dreams and our island are gone, The nights are cold and so very long I spend a lot of time inside my head, and now I wonder where my life's led- Is my trust much too strong? Does it matter, where I've gone? Should I begin each day proud and brave? Are my memories something I should save? You know, you're right aobut my living in the past. so, I'll let my memories of you be the last visions of the smile upon your face, of being with you on those blue-sky days, Visions of the joy we had within our hearts, But it's all gone now, now, we're apart. tomorrow, I'll wake up and I'll stare our at the day, I'll close my life behind me, and walk away.HOME |
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