I dwell in the night
when time waits for no one
and the world slowly spins
no, not empty nor broken
just a stillness, a slow pause
just for a while
I feel the closing of the day
the soft transformation of evening
the air colder and fresher
the flowers sleeping
the trees at rest
I hear your heart beating
then I know you are real,
and I am not dreaming
but living my dream.
when time waits for no one
and the world slowly spins
no, not empty nor broken
just a stillness, a slow pause
just for a while
I feel the closing of the day
the soft transformation of evening
the air colder and fresher
the flowers sleeping
the trees at rest
I hear your heart beating
then I know you are real,
and I am not dreaming
but living my dream.