War

The dream that I have is always the same. A foot falls like an echo of a step I didn't take and I see you coming in like you were never gone, tell me, why did I wake? Here in the world I was hiding from, they are expecting it to rain.

They say that the winter clears the drains, that time heals all things, 

and they said that the thought of you would fade, 

well I see nothing change.

And the dream that I have, breaks just like the day. I walk along the shore, I take a picture of the waves and then I throw it to the floor, I say why did I wake? Here in the world there is nothing more than your absence.

Now the sky is turning grey, now the birds have left the bay, now time is shrinking and they said that the thought of you would fade, 

well I don't feel that way.

And hey, do you remember me the way that I remember you? And every movement of the waves, oh they replaced the train. All the people went away, and I feel nothing. They say that winter clears the drapes. 

Well I dream lightly.. of sunshine.