I put my fears aside on Saturday night
Across the New York Scene
A pair of dreams and my worn out shoes
Monday morning
Feels like I’m losing
When your heart is weak
Sugary

But that’s alright

Do you know that place between sleep and awake
Where you stil remember dreaming?
I’ll be waiting
A late bird as I never catches the right worm
But they’ll never see, the things we’ve seen

I don’t mind