Man of My Dreams
By Sarah Gofourth © 2008
When loneliness becomes tangible, he's there
This mind is a tortured place
He brings comfort to its ache
Warmth to a shivering heart
And takes me away
To a place where all I can feel is he
How beautiful it is, to see his face
I've already hit rock bottom
Or I'd say I couldn't fall with him around
I don't have the will to pick myself up
Or I'd say he's my inspiration for life
But even though I'm useless
And very much broken
He's there
When nothing's right
His voice and picture bring comfort
When I can't think, speak or care anymore
And everything seems hopeless
He comes to me in dreams
And holds me in his arms
I could live there, you know...
I could stay there... forever
Perhaps I will
When loneliness becomes tangible, he's there
This mind is a tortured place
He brings comfort to its ache
Warmth to a shivering heart
And takes me away
To a place where all I can feel is he
How beautiful it is, to see his face
I've already hit rock bottom
Or I'd say I couldn't fall with him around
I don't have the will to pick myself up
Or I'd say he's my inspiration for life
But even though I'm useless
And very much broken
He's there
When nothing's right
His voice and picture bring comfort
When I can't think, speak or care anymore
And everything seems hopeless
He comes to me in dreams
And holds me in his arms
I could live there, you know...
I could stay there... forever
Perhaps I will