Thoughts On Paper

When I sleep, I don't close my eyes 

When I dream, I see memories of a summer

When I love, I can't help but sleep

If I could write a song, I’d write it just for you
It would have deep meaning of value

Because what I lack in my voice, I make up in my heart

I'm not a musician, but I try so hard

Oh, I have dreams of you, I am singing to you

To be able to speak, with such melody

That's all I ask, is that you listen to me

We stay in the apartment, from day until the dust
We wake up like the owl, food always was a must

Late nights with the city lights

Just other cars and passing bars

It's the simple things that make us who we are...

Who we were... when the leaves had more color

And I was much stronger...