My head still tells me 'you're only sleeping' and 'in the morning its gone'
but I still feel your trace upon my lips as they say 'in the morning you'll
breathe.' But breathing comes slowly when your heart is stopped. I'll awake
as soon as I can get blood back into my veins. So forgive me if I can't make
sense of it all just yet, but I think a dream just came true - the way you
pull down the sky with your touch and I count the stars among your eyes. This
could go on for days and I wouldn't mind.