When the world sleeps in silent delight
Tasting the sweetness of million dreams
Formed beneath closed eyes
I lay awake, bearing bitter reality
Knowing my dreams for you
Formed in blue vision aren’t rosy.
The lover inside me wishes for you
As the day rises and the night falls
To awake lovers on the earth
Only to see you laugh off your failures
And move on to the fake Eden
That you have created around yourself.
We live in a dark forest of crude reality
Where you are an ostrich to obstacles
And I’m an owl blinded by
The light of your carefree aura.
You refuse to brighten up my world
With this radiance of yours
But I would rather burn myself
In this blaze like a moth.
I dream of a cold day in hell
When something inside me tells
That the day would never come
Never would a magic happen
Or a promising cast be spelled
That would revive the hopes I had,
That would change the way we live
That could transform you to a person
Whom I can relent on and believe.