Last nite I had the sweetest dream of apathy:nWe layed in the twilight with your arms around me.nAnd they made such perfect symmetry around my heartnBut now, I can feel the sun on my face...nnNow I awake with no sympathy for those around menI can picture that dream of you and me just like a photographnI'll use it to compose another symphony about loving younBut I'm always stuck with writer's block.nnThis morning I had no idea if I was awake or deadnI laid there in the sunlight with so much detestnAnd the rays of light shined so bright, it lit up my eyesnBright enough to see what the blind-hearted never could.nnNow I decide with no sympathy for those around menI'll remember that dream of you and me just like a photographnI'll use it to compose another symphony about loving younCoz that's all that I can do.nnNow I'm wide awake with no responibility for my actionsnI want to fall asleep and dream of you and me in a photographnWe'll lay in the twilight as I'm about to say I love you,nBut I'll never find out if you love me too.nnIf only we could live in dreams...