. . . The movie on your Eyelids . . .
I always watch you when you're dreaming
Because I know it's not of me
I smoke a dozen of cancer sticks
imaging there are two or three ways
To make you love me
and not to dream of someone else
Become the movie on your eyelids
The reflection of yourself
The reflection of yourself
I cry when I listen to your breathing
Because I know there's nothing else
That conjures up that crushing feeling
To know there's no connection left
That we are both going through the emotions
That we are both living somewhere else
But the movie on your eyelids
is no reflection of myself
is no reflection of myself
is no reflection of myself
I wanna be...
I wanna be your movie
I wanna be...
I wanna be your movie
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Be me...