Every night I think of you
in my dreams, in solitude
And wake up as the moon goes by
To prepare itself for another night.
The wind waiting, to get in through
As I open the window pane,
And feel the rays of the sun
Washing down the dream from my face.
But as I hear your voice, it fades
All my pain, all the smiles
But I do face another dilemma,
To tell you what my heart says.
I wait for the time to tell you that
And wonders when it’d arise
Shall it be now, or a little late?
Or let it wait for another day?
The days passed, all one by one
As the weeks, so thus the months
But it is the night, in solitude,
In my dreams, I say to you…