She

What is life for a pitiful daydreamer?
The cold and hard of the floor.
A life that some could call by name
But not me, for me it is a dream.

You would know that a river only flows
Along the path of old decay

A girl in frills, full of cheap thrills
A morning of strange goodbyes
A house on an island, a setting sun
It's the walk that walks and not the talk

A woman who can take the wind from your lungs
She can take it away and breathe it back in
She can take your heart and spin it on your fingers
She can leave you, like a dream you will be lost.

You would know that a river only flows
Along the path of old decay
But for the least resistance some would say
A lie in white is the only way

I've got a girl whose heart is bigger than my world
And the whole of the universe combined
She puts the stars in the night sky
Still I dream, but not for long I realise

That I would run,
I would run to you
If I ever wake from this pitiful dream

I would lose my head
Yes I would lose my head
If I run and never find a way
To run back into you

Still I lie on the cold and hard of the floor
I guess it's love that leads the way back home