Was that smile for me?
Can�t be.
It�s too beautiful.
Was knowing you only a dream?
Because now each moment is waking alone
Not knowing if any of this was real
Does it matter?
Perhaps you are my dream
I can make you happen
if I could hear your voice would I believe myself
that i let you see me let down my walls
and you didn�t turn away
and you smiled . . . no, too beautiful
I can see your face just as well with my eyes closed.
And if I told you what meeting you meant to me, would you laugh?
Then I would believe.
How is it hurt could make you real while I cannot?