she sits by the window and writes,
contemplates the images flashing in her mind
Life as we know it, oh my lovely mind
is all about to change
is all turning around
Those haunting dreams were leading up to this
The tearful nights leading us to this
Before you know it
You shall be where you belong
Before the end of spring time
Life will sing a different tune,
The dreams that lead me in this path
Are only one of a few
Perhaps this decision is what will make things real
Perhaps not make you happier
But a conclusion to the past
Perhaps the "head over heels" feeling will last?
the possibility of a "recapturing" of us, is probably quite small
The probability that you feel the same as me is quite unlikely
But the likelyness that we will be exstatic to see one anouther
is evidently there
The phonecall proved to me the excitement we both feel
She sits by the window in the pale, rain-soaked light, she writes and writes, as if holding her life in the pen
And life as we know it will soon all change
And perhaps it will be better, probably will be strange
it may be good
Or it may make me sad
But i shall know at least
and that shall put to ease...
The voices telling me, the dreams haunting me
And i will know, and not pretend
and i will know, and not wish it to be so.
contemplates the images flashing in her mind
Life as we know it, oh my lovely mind
is all about to change
is all turning around
Those haunting dreams were leading up to this
The tearful nights leading us to this
Before you know it
You shall be where you belong
Before the end of spring time
Life will sing a different tune,
The dreams that lead me in this path
Are only one of a few
Perhaps this decision is what will make things real
Perhaps not make you happier
But a conclusion to the past
Perhaps the "head over heels" feeling will last?
the possibility of a "recapturing" of us, is probably quite small
The probability that you feel the same as me is quite unlikely
But the likelyness that we will be exstatic to see one anouther
is evidently there
The phonecall proved to me the excitement we both feel
She sits by the window in the pale, rain-soaked light, she writes and writes, as if holding her life in the pen
And life as we know it will soon all change
And perhaps it will be better, probably will be strange
it may be good
Or it may make me sad
But i shall know at least
and that shall put to ease...
The voices telling me, the dreams haunting me
And i will know, and not pretend
and i will know, and not wish it to be so.
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