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the dream is never real
but still a part of me
the rain is all that matters
it's as much as I can take

I see your eyes, whenever I'm awake
the clarity of sleep
but my dreams are all the same

all I see, is far to less to comfort
we are too many
all I feel is fare to less
but still feel plenty
we are too many

a spark, a flash of light
and it seems I'm back again
to this long wait I close my eyes
in this ever changing life
we are expected to attend
hope is the means to an end

spoken more than words
I've broken down my walls again
now I can't stop waiting
awake for someone
don't wait for time to pass in a whisper
but I'm scared for when the hurt will leave my heart

the dream is never real
though still a part of me
and you are so much better
you're the flame inside of...