Sometimes I feel, that I am lost again. A float in the fears that your tears wash away Yet seemingly queer, my need to substantiate That I can still tell what is real.
I see you over there and I begin to wonder What would life be without you, couldn’t even contemplate But watching you struggle is real And I wouldn’t hesitate and baby that’s just how I feel.
There’ll be no thought of me Not in your wildest dreams Not even a fantasy There’ll be no thought of me.
You color my grey, an artist who translates, The puzzles I make, pure to form, commiserate But I didn’t know which is more wrong, to sit and wait for fait Or to reach out and tell you it’s real.
I know when I’m with you I’m stronger And the longer we live, my heart gets warmer Couldn’t wish fora thing that you don’t already bring. Because, together, I see what is real.
There’ll be no thought of me Not in your wildest dreams Not even a fantasy There’ll be no thought of me.