dream
sometimes i sit here and wonder why
there are such things as stars in the sky.
i know what it feels like to be all alone
when you won't even talk on the phone... |
life starts again without you here.
i'm already wishing you were near
to light the fire in my eyes,
to hold my hand oh, so tight... |
opened up a new world in my mind.
it fell apart but i still can't hide
all the time i spent just wasting away.
after all, i could've tried to say |
i want you, i need you.
i know that things will never change.
i'd hold you, i'd keep you
but that will always be a dream.
a dream.
a dream.
my dream. |
dreams come and go, that i know
but i thought things weren't moving that slow.
i try to hide my feelings deep inside
but you will always know how many tears i've cried. |
vocals: don
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i find it slightly ironic that, purely by chance, i happen to be listening to green day's "80" as i attempt to explain what this song means. senior year in high school, ianj. and i wrote this song as a tribute to a futile dream of being able to say that a girl we nicknamed 80 was in love with us. over the years, it has expanded to a tribute to every futile dream we've ever had. yet most of the time i would venture that the dream has only been futile because we believed that it was or because we didn't put enough effort into fulfilling our dream. everyone has watched dreams pass them by only to regret it later on in life. we are no different except that we have a song commemorating the occasion(s). |
--donnyb. |
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