I fell asleep on the back of your bike
I fell asleep on the bed in my room
I must admit that I loved you more than I wanted to
I was dreaming of folding your clothing
I was dreaming of making you food
I was a wash in the tides that are love when I called you
Sometimes I get so caught up in things that are false
I've been dreaming of waking up with you in my arms
There are moments that I will remember
There are moments the size of the moon
Your hearts a hum on the street that I once knew
I was walking through town like the old days
You were walking with somebody new
I was never good at being alone but I'm learning to
Sometimes I get so caught up in things that are false
I've been dreaming of waking up with you in my arms
I'm lying on the floor of my room. I've been shot.
There's a great deal of pain and a fair amount of blood...
If you can imagine the impact on your chest of three bowling balls
Dropped from a height of about nine feet,
You might begin to approximate the sensation...
All things considered being shot is not as bad as I always
Thought it might be. (In the dream you were holding me closely)
As long as you can keep the fear from your
Mind. (In the warmth of the late afternoon)
I guess you can say that about most anything in life.
(When I awoke well I felt so alone that I called you)
There are traces that you might have been here
There are traces of you in my room
Like a picture, a hair that's too long, or an empty June
Sometimes I get so caught up in things that are false
I've been dreaming of waking up with you in my arms
It's not so bad as long as you can keep the fear off your mind