Washed Out Paper
I was there at the beach holding on to my seat
When you caught out that washed out paper that we
Looked upon
Here it goes another dream that gets by
You walk up and you put your shoulder on mine
I just love
When we're alone
I don't need anything else
They slip perfectly
Our dreams beyond taste
Everyone tells you that you are taking it wrong
Doctor called and he told me in piles you pile up
I don't know
What's between us if there's nothing else beyond love?
In my dreams I am waking up to a cold bed
You were there
When we're alone
We don't need anyone else
You slip perfectly
Out of my dreams
I thought that you
Would expect less
You know I'm okay
I'm just having a bad day
It doesn't seem to end
But at least you are here
When I'm alone
I don't think of anyone else
You slip perfectly
Into my dreams
I thought that you
Would always stay
You know it's okay
I'm just having a bad day
It doesn't seem to end
Now that you are there
Autor(es): Edgardo Morales Silva