when you’re not here
i lie alone in my room
and think about
how great it would be
to hold your hand
just one last time
before the sun
goes down in an orange sky
that I can’t really enjoy
unless t’s with you

we could sneak out
one lonely summer night
and we’d go driving for a while
i’d hold your hand
you’d kiss my lips
we’d fall in love again
after 5 long years
what more?
we’d find a spot
away from light
and watch the sun come up
in an orange sky

and for that moment
we would both be happy
To be with someone
who makes us happy
we’d listen to the morning birds singing
and id squeeze your hand
its time to go
back to reality for me