Run through fields of dreams,
Touch my hand...

Slowly the light begins to fade,
away, away, left in the dark...

Kill love, save me;
I hate the tears...

You'll never find the perfect girl,
Although I have heard you speak her name...

There she sat,
Someone so dear and special to me...

Our secret love,
As we stand behind these open doors...

I long to feel him in my arms again,
A few weeks it has been...

Love is...
I really don't know...

Looking across the room,
Wishing I could just hallucinate you there...

Don't sleep so near to the ocean shore,
As the tide picks up even more...

Still;
Still is this room...

Thoughts tangled in passion's red locks,
Paranoid by the sound of you're breathing...