words. If I say it to your face, uh oh. Will you step out of the way? Don't go. What would happen if I look out the window?. Is life slipping in and out of place? Uh oh. Please just tell me what to sa
If I were a painter. I would paint my reverie. If that's the only way for you to be with me. We'd be there together. Just like we used to be. Underneath the swirling skies for all to see. And I'm drea