In my dreams we are golden and new.
When I wake I am not next to you.
Each night I replay it all in my head
and grow weary from all that I did.

In my dreams you’re a radiant light.
When I wake just the darkness of night.
Each new day, an unquestionable truth,
that I’ll get weary thinking of you.


Counter every move I make
with some distant memory
For each new step I try to take
there’s some reason to retreat

Contrary to what wisdom says
past the point of our beliefs
Former love simply is not dead
there’s some reason to repeat