Life is Short

Held in arms woven
of the stuff of dreams
Drifting to and fro..
Wanting more than anything to stay
Because leaving would
Mean being away
From you

Breathing air of fairytales
Beguiled by its
faux sincerity,
Wanting more than ever,
Never to wake,
For waking would destroy,
The memory of you.

(CHORUS)
Caught the arow that
Cupid missed,
When it still was day,
Under the silky rays,
Of the full moon, shining,
Ran away from the sun,
To find you,
In the shards of a dream.


The honneyed rays of the sun
They´re stealing you away
Pulling my mind out of this
Charmed dream
But as your fading away
Your voice, it caries, gently says,
Meet me here,
In the corners of another dream...