"Tell me when you go," she said.
"Anytime you say," I said,
"Because anywhere I'd rather be
Without you is left empty.
But everytime I try to stay
You sleep the day away.
It's as though you'd rather be
Far away in a dream."
"I feel so alone," she said,
"So I run away to bed
An escape that I find in dreams
A world beyond you and me."
"Don't sound so distraught," I beg,
"It's not all that bad this way.
We have all that we'd ever need,
With or without your dreams."
"You don't know the half," she screams.
"The half of what," I plead.
"The things I love to hear you say
That only dream-you will say."
"I feel so alone," she said,
"So I run away to bed
An escape that I find in dreams
A world beyond you and me."
"I feel so alone," she said,
"So I run away to bed
An escape that I find in dreams
A world beyond you and me."