The dream that i have is always the samena foot falls like an echo of a step i didn't takenand i see you coming in like you were never gone,ntell me, why did i wake?nHere in the world i was hiding from, nthey're expecting it to rainnnthey say that the winter clears the drains/drapesnthat time heals all thingsnand they said that the thought of you would fade, well i see nothing change.nnand the dream that i have, breaks just like the dayni walk along the shore, ni take a picture of the wavesnand then i throw it to the floor, ni say why did i wake?nHere in the world there is nothing more than your absencennnow the sky is turning greynnow the birds have left the baynnow time is shrinking and theynsaid that the thought of you would fadenwell I don't feel that way.nnand hey, do you remember me the waynthat i remember you?nand every movement of the waves,noh they replaced the trainnall the people went away, and i feel nothing nthey say that winter clears the drains/drapesnwell i dream lightly.. of sunshine