In my dreams your silhouette slowly unfolds
To touch you would stop my breath if truth be told
But your hand goes right through mine
I can't help but wonder why
I wrote this at 4 am when my dreams kept me alive
So this one's for you to remember me sometime
An evening, morning, afternoon let me rewind
This aching feeling stops when you tell me
What's on your mind
So reach out to hug me and hold me
Your touch would be divine
Blooming flowers
Peach colored roses every time
Mosaic of cowards
All coming closer
To make what's mine
Mine
Your hand goes right through mine
I can't help but wonder why
I wrote this at 4 am when my dreams kept me alive
So this one's for you to remember me sometime
An evening, morning, afternoon let me rewind
This aching feeling stops when you tell me
What's on your mind
So reach out to hug me and hold me
Your touch would be divine

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Writer(s): Gus Thompson