I should be sleeping
I should be dreaming
Of me holding you by the hand
Instead I'm staring
Instead I'm watching
Your light as day fall on the land
It could be a cold day
Grey day, silver touched
But it's not its fading
It's not it's waning
A freeze frame picture
A still life painting
Gently laced with phantom snow
The unknown power
The untold desire
Enough light to see by
Enough light to dream by
Confusing as it spills
The spell bound wonder
The love torn lunar
In the star shone sky
It should be dying
Like I should be crying
