You're passing, I hear your shadow through the door It's outlined on my shade Like a map of some foreign shore If I could keep that shadow, I could live forever in these
Rooms, the rooms inside my dreams . . . And dreams have kept me in these rooms
I've never seen her face But I've memorized each sound . . . The way the wind m eets grace When it's shadows pull her gown
But I could never hear the whispers, Voices cannot reach my room
I live inside my dreams, and dreams Have locked me in these rooms
I have no sense of time, Or even night and day. I left my body Somewhere, somehow it Just got in the way
I guess I always knew These rooms would all lead back to you
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