“the stars are burning, i hear your voice in my mind, can’t you hear me calling? my heart is yearning like the ocean that’s running dry, catch me, i’m falling.”
now I’m standing alone in a crowded room and we’re not speaking, and I’m dying to know is it killing you like it’s killing me?
“maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right.”
