The Dream

Bem, diz que a última vez que escrevi alguma coisa era uma jovem com 16 ou 17 anos e acho que a minha escrita criativa estagnou nesse nível, mas a minha falta de jeito nunca me impediu antes!

Aqui vai um cheirinho do que ando a trabalhar agora:

The Dream

I found you at my door 

With a smile you looked at me

And said still sitting on the floor

"There's no place I'd rather be"

We laughed, whispered and talked

Both fingers and words entwined

But before our lips were locked

You went away and I fell behind

Bridge

And I'm running running running

All the while knowing it's wrong

But I'm running running running

Just to find you already gone

Chorus 

It always feels so real

The passion, the hope, the joy

Then the world comes in for the kill

With admirable eagerness to destroy

The bright light of day shines

To show what I'd thought too extreme

That you were never really mine

Not a little, not at all, not even in a dream