Sunday, June 17, 2012

Dream Time

Our love never rocked like a baby's cradle .
I can not see me holding you ,
When I listen to the radio .
It does not matter how far I go
With the radio dial late at night .
I'm living only on dream time .
Every night is numbered
But nobody is counting .
I got my head in the lost and found .
Now , I always miss the red sun rise ,
Because my blood shot eyes are under the pillow .
Now , I only whisper secrets to the cold four walls .
I am cherishing your love to-night ,
But it is just to late .
You are just no where to be found
I really must be on dream time ,
Because the rainbow even said good-by .
By Brock

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