It felt like i was watching a sad movie in a dream But then i woke up and forgot what it was, but the feelings remained The kind of feeling when you held my hand Or the first time i saw you You made me feel that way I was thinking Maybe you were the author Of the story In that dream I can't get enough, i know the blue, pleasure of guilt Let it rain, all over again until the feelings remain The kind of feeling when you held my hand Or the first time i saw you You made me feel that way I was thinking Maybe you were the author Of the story In that dream Go write a thousand pages, I'll read them all Anything from your head Go write a thousand pages, I'll read them all Anything from your head