In our dreams do we see the future
or just a bunch of lies
In our dreams do we see in colour or just in black and white
In my dreams i am running,
running from the un-known
The sound of my heart beating beneath my chest
And the scuttle of my feet on the earth
When i fall, you there to push me
But will you be there when i land?
Why do i always awake to find a picture of your face always in my mind?
