Why do I feel like I'm sitting on the edge of my seat holding on to an empty dream
Love on the surface is hardly anything much as it seems
One conversation of drifters and parters away
Two people who were led astray
Another day of concise doubt
Another failed plan to lay down together, look at clouds
Is this another failed dreamland
Or am I another badly cast dreamer?
But I am yours and you are mine
Even through the end of time
You look at me awkward, I stare at you strange
But we break into a smile and believe times change
You've got the heart of dignity and much more integrity
And I don't know what I got
But boy do I know I'm lucky.
Love, Liting.