I sit here
Sit here thinking
My minds been busy, with you near
Trying to add my timing
Feel too late and worn down
Too much like a clown
My thoughts drift to us
Drift to you and me
Something holds
Something that is or is not meant to be
Your touch
you smell
Your sometimes too much
I feel the need to yell
In the same room, or a city away
Everything is the same
Yet i try to make it be
Can you not see me
Not see my tears
hear my cries
My thoughts drift to us
Drift to you and me
Something holds
Something that is or is not meant to be
So dear to me
You know you are
What you feel for me
is locked away tight
You show some and take some
Yet never enough for me to know
I dream of being close
Being one
TOuching, holding, being there with eachother
Never feeling alone again
Thats what i dream
