
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Dream Diary |
«it's been four years now since she died. |
I never wanted to marry her, |
hell, I never even really loved her. |
so why do I dream of her each night, and why do all these dreams end the same?» |
life was rotten, not worth living |
filled with empty days |
until I started writing the dream |
life I would life to lead |
every night I close my eye |
knowing what awaits me |
all my words are come to life |
I write the script for my dreams |
waiting for the sun to set |
for dreams to rise |
from mists of written words |
waiting for the night to come |
the fate to my real life |
the world seems truly different |
when you look down at |
your troubles from the sky |
by the dreams I write |
I am reborn every morning |
and yet I long for more |
for someone who once |
shared my dreams with me |
taken from my side when our life |
had hardly just begun |
waiting for the sun to set |
for her to rise |
from mists of written words |
waiting for our special night |
to feel her breath once more |
my love, please breathe! |
what good are dreams |
if death cannot be fooled |
pale! |
so still |
her cold hand next to mine… |
locked! |
inside! |
cannot move |
I cannot end this dream |
that I have made |
no dawn will ever come |
waiting for the sun to set |
day is far and hope is father still |
waiting for the night to end |
to break this curse |
and close again her grave… |