sometimes I wake up in the morning.
the ginger lady, by my bed.
covered in the cloak o silence.. I hear her talking in me head.
im not singing bout the future.. im not dreaming o the past..
I NEVER think about that first time..
i never think about the last….
now the song is nearly over.. we may NEVER find out what it means..
still . theres alot I hold before me
and your the measure o my dreams..
the measure of my dreams..
I love you Shane :)