I was dressed entirely in black,
And you…In yourself,
Perfect…I never knew such a thing…
And there you was, staring right at me.
Your eyes always told me what you couldn’t say,
That you were mine and wished you could stay,
Your lips taught me everything,
But how to live without you.
And every night I dream of you,
You approach me and say what you couldn’t,
Your lips touch mine,
Making me yours.
And I wake up, dressed In darkness,
Think of you dressed in yourself,
A beauty so true,
Not one has compared to you.
Every night I dream of you,
I tell you what I couldn’t,
I adore you, I want you to stay,
To be able to hold you and take you away.
And I wake up, dressed In darkness,
Think of you dressed In yourself,
A beauty so true,
Not one has compared to you.
And every night I dream of you,
Wake up in depression from the lack of you,
And wonder If I had said, what I never said,
That I wanted you too.
And maybe if I had said…what I never said…
Would there be beauty In my arms when I wake Instead?
