Reverie

stop the car and search the street...
fist through the wall; you don't have to speak

to me or anyone
we can see through anyone, yea...

and all I can dream
is to have you here with me
worn-out antique, is nothing as it seems?

in this moment...
here with you...
this moment...

too much of a good thing can be a very bad thing
these nights spent talking are doing my head in

and I'm weak and giving up
and I keep on giving up

giving up on you and me...