DREAMING OF HER AGAIN – 12/1/2006 (Sean R Evans)

I was riding my motorcycle		
down the				
west coast with no helmet on		
you were on the backseat		
this was a dream…			

I was thinking how kind of you	
To take				
a beautiful ride with me	
I had not realized			
You still thought of me		

The years went on		
Her hair grew long				
Time cuts me short		
Of hope, remorse…but I’m	

Dreaming of her again	
Dreaming of her again	

There was a mountain		
And we				
Could fly to the shore below	
Where clear waves breathed	
On a golden shore…		

Now I’m on an ocean		
I’ve found			
The shore a dangerous reef	
You are standing beyond reach	
Of the dreamscape there…	

Ten years went by		
I did not cry			
Concretized my sin		
But it does not end…I’m still	

Dreaming of her again	
Dreaming of her again	

You looked into my eyes	
And I			
I wanted to cry		
But my eyes opened		
Into my room alone		

The years went past		
Her hair grew fast				
The slow decline		
Of my heart and mind...but still…

Dreaming of her again	
Dreaming of her again	
Dreaming of her again	
Dreaming of her…	


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