Summer Dreams.

Thinking low and I’m caught in a meadow,
Sometimes we can even lose from a shadow,
The birds, they are flying low,
Dreaming of a statue sinking, so,

My heart is beating fast and this yellow light,
Is breaking down the window,
I’m waiting for you to hold my hand tight,
And say you’ll never let me go,
It’s from all the bridges that connect us,
That are built upon raging streams,
From the mirrors that always reflect us,
Will light you to my summer dreams, my summer dreams.

I’m thinking of the roads I’ve taken,
But am I thinking too much?
The trees storms have shaken,
And I’ll be thinking as such, so,

It’s one o’ clock in the night,
You’re wondering why I’m awake,
Because I want you, always in my sight,
We’re sitting on the edge of a lake,
It’s from the winds that always touches us,
And it’s easier than it seems,
From the stars that always at us,
Will lead you to my summer dreams, my summer dreams.

I take a turn, back to the start,
Let these memories burn,
I don’t want to be so wise, I’m better retard,
At the end of the day I’m down, down and out,
When I close my eyes,
I’m looking at something that is passing by,
When it’s too late in the night, the stars all align,
And there’s no blue light,
I’m all wrong for this system,
Set the world free because I’m out of rhythm,
You’re out there searching for blue light,
One mistake and out of your sight,
Put the words in correct and let them thinking,
You closed your eyes, but I’m not even blinking,
Like a fountain in the middle of a desert,
And a fire burning bright in the dark,
To live without you? Will that hurt?
And if yes, then I don’t want to live anymore,
But I don’t want to be apart,
From you.