Happiness.
And I don't understand all the things you've seen
but I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams
It's always you in my big dreams
I went by the place where you and I
wrote our names in wet cement
And for a moment I remembered how it felt
to have no one understand
that there's this dream
and we're not part of it
How soon we do forget
But my dreams
they aren't as empty
as my conscience seems to be
I hardly see why I should feel bad anymore. I think I did you a favour. I mean, I haven't seen you this happy in months. So why should I even consider OPTION #4?
It seems to me as though I was only standing in your way.
...now, having said all this, how come I still feel awful?
but I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams
It's always you in my big dreams
I went by the place where you and I
wrote our names in wet cement
And for a moment I remembered how it felt
to have no one understand
that there's this dream
and we're not part of it
How soon we do forget
But my dreams
they aren't as empty
as my conscience seems to be
I hardly see why I should feel bad anymore. I think I did you a favour. I mean, I haven't seen you this happy in months. So why should I even consider OPTION #4?
It seems to me as though I was only standing in your way.
...now, having said all this, how come I still feel awful?