Tossing and turning trying to change the channel
Eventually I woke to the static
The good times were worth the sleep
Yet the bad times woke me up quinched for a drink
A thirst that only you can fill, with answers I'm left alone to just feel.
In a filed of dreams longing for the seams to be sown back together, yet thats a story
flying south for the weather. To be in love with a heart as cold as ice,
has brought winter with no end in sight. As I'm lost in the forest of your delight
I pray my light will guide me through the night.