Open up your door for me
and let me in
Oh, can't you see
how cold I am?
You remain there
unabated
and you refuse to
let me lose you
Only when I sleep I do
And sounds forming words
from the well spring of concern
while my boat in that old shun turned
on the hull I watched the city burn
In a dream
In a dream
In a dream
It seemed real
Even in the dream I cried
I'm the giveaway
I could never hide
All the sadness inside
Blue, what a funny color to
color you
love is hard to hold onto
only when I sleep, i do
and sounds forming words
from the well spring of concern
while my boat in that old shun turned
On the hull I watched the city burn
In a dream
In a dream
In a dream
It seemed real

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