Every night I have a dream
A different dream, the same theme
I have a friend who turns away
As I look at him and beg him to stay
I wake up in the middle in the midst of this nightmare
As my friend turns away from my pleading stare
Here, now, alone.
I want but one thing
Which will show you
My heart.
I wish, desire, to sit
Near you, put my arms
Around you, and look
Long and deeply
Into your eyes.