Bed Of Dreams

the first time i saw you i promised myself that somehow i'd be close to you. even though we were only fifteen, i swore that you were twenty-two from the way that you dressed and you moved, i made us up in my head and i gathered my pride and i walked to you and this is just what i said: "sit on this bed of dreams on my way home. hurdling you my design on my way home." four years later i woke up from my dream and realized that it may be true. the same brown eyes that i once painted in dreams were whispreing, "i love you." through the foreign fields. watch me fade away. in a lighter shade. here comes yesterday. we are everything. we are wide awake. how about starting again...