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Touch of silence |
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I've been afflicted |
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Border on violence |
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So restricted is our love |
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A vague remembrance |
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A hair reminiscent |
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Of lavender, honey, not a care for money |
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And that someday maybe we would start |
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A small family |
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What a surprise we had in store |
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Three years gone and our family's poor |
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And we might be touching |
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But we've never been any further apart |
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Than we are now in this place |
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What happened to the dream? |
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I remember the first time |
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And how I worked so hard |
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For us to be touching |
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At the river, our bodies entwined |
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I ran my hands over goose bump skin |
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I was so nervous on that evening |
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And as I slipped off your faded-out blue jeans |
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I remember thinking I'd do anything |
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To make her happy |
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Now those times are behind us |
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I feel the same way I did that night |
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I just wish we could show it |
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I was controlled by an ugly habit |
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Don't think I can't hear you crying |
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When we lie in our bed where we sleep at night |
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And we might be touching |
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But we've never been any further apart |
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Than we are now in this place |
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What happened to the dream? |
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So much I want to say to you |
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If I could only find the heart |
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Our daily lives seem to get in the way |
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What happened to our dreams? |
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If I were to tell you how much I care |
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Would it make a change |
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Could the wounds be healed? |
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And if I asked you am I still the only one |
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And we turned our backs on all the damage done |
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I would give anything |
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To stop all the crying here |
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Cause God knows your the last person I wanted hurt |
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And we might be touching |
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But we've never been any further apart |
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Than we are now in this place |
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What happened to the dream? |
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So much I want to say to you |
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If I could only find the heart |
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Our daily lives seem to get in the way |
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What happened to the dreams? |
