Intro:
I dreamt that I saw you
Knee deep in heather
Clutching a bouquet of
Yellow carnations
A breeze caught the hem of your
Lavender dress
sun-drenched
V1
I woke up in alarm
and I caught myself
falling off the bed
Upset that it never really happened
and incensed that it was
a picture perfect moment
Through the day I was haunted
And I found myself
Distracted by the thought
and I could barely reconstruct
The broad strokes much less
The smallest of details
PC 1
And while I grow wistful
dwelling on a dream
I stifle wishful thinking
of someone I may never meet
but I liked how it felt
a glimmer in this less than perfect world
and she burst,
an ember from a dying sun
V2
Shut my eyes and I tried
To analyze
Dug into my palms
With nails so sharp and only galvanized
The specter of hope
In the existence of a ghost
I stayed up until dawn
And I stopped myself
From talking to the air
Intent on waiting for an answer
And instead I felt drained
Exhausted and obsessed
PC 2
And while I grow wistful
dwelling on a dream
I stifle wishful thinking
of someone I may never meet
but I liked how it felt
a fictional account of how I met someone
an ember from a dying sun
CH
I dreamt that I saw you
Knee deep in heather
Clutching a bouquet of
Yellow carnations
A breeze caught the hem of your
Lavender dress
sun-drenched
I dreamt that I saw you
Knee deep in heather
Clutching a bouquet of
Yellow carnations
A breeze caught the hem of your
Lavender dress
sun-drenched
V1
I woke up in alarm
and I caught myself
falling off the bed
Upset that it never really happened
and incensed that it was
a picture perfect moment
Through the day I was haunted
And I found myself
Distracted by the thought
and I could barely reconstruct
The broad strokes much less
The smallest of details
PC 1
And while I grow wistful
dwelling on a dream
I stifle wishful thinking
of someone I may never meet
but I liked how it felt
a glimmer in this less than perfect world
and she burst,
an ember from a dying sun
V2
Shut my eyes and I tried
To analyze
Dug into my palms
With nails so sharp and only galvanized
The specter of hope
In the existence of a ghost
I stayed up until dawn
And I stopped myself
From talking to the air
Intent on waiting for an answer
And instead I felt drained
Exhausted and obsessed
PC 2
And while I grow wistful
dwelling on a dream
I stifle wishful thinking
of someone I may never meet
but I liked how it felt
a fictional account of how I met someone
an ember from a dying sun
CH
I dreamt that I saw you
Knee deep in heather
Clutching a bouquet of
Yellow carnations
A breeze caught the hem of your
Lavender dress
sun-drenched