| The stories she told me of long ago, | |
| Started with love and ended in sorrow. | |
| The peaks of the mountains disappear, | |
| Eroded by heartbreak and all her tears. | |
| It started one Sunday afternoon, | |
| Intoxicated by flowers bloom. | |
| I fell asleep by the big maple tree. | |
| That's where she said she saw me. | |
| Spirits recognize from previous lives, | |
| The love we share; the passion we refuse to hide. | |
| And in my dream I woke from silence, | |
| Knowing that my very life would balance, | |
| On every single breath that she would take. | |
| Save all my worries for another day. | |
| We made love in the subtlest of ways. | |
| Rain clouds so very far away. | |
| Time as abundant as the blue sky. | |
| I'd live forever she was the reason... | |
| ...Why count the days when tomorrow will only be the same pure heaven, | |
| Oh your lovin' paves the roads with solid gold. | |
| Never makes me want to return... | |
| ...Home is of a different world. | |
| Lucid dreams are flooding me. | |
| Fantasy and earthquake. | |
| There's only so much one can take before they slip and then begin to... | |
| ...Break. I don't want to fall away from here. | |
| So full of fear, but gravity pulls me back to reality. | |
| Nothing's ever as it seems when our minds are full of dreams. |