Have I ever told you before
I think you're beautiful when you're sleeping?
I have faith you watch me in my slumber, too.
If I'm all that you're looking for,
tell me,
why is there a river streaming down your face?
Sometimes makes me wonder
all about your love.
After some time
it's something I find true.
Love's not a grave, it won't decay on you.
Too many days I was afraid of love.
What if nothing is just that
and suffering's the only thing we're good at?
Dreamning, picture that a whole world in a slumber.
But don't get too attatched to the living,
even every single memory's fleeting.
That's a fact, being torn asunder.
But to my suprise, no reason why,
one day I woke up and realized.
Give it to me, love.
I'll keep you in my focus with love and affection