Dreamwalker
Woke up this morning with a feeling in my chest
A kind of panic fueled by loneliness
I sat with it and then I thought for a while
About a love I'll never have
She walks on a tight rope of dreams
And I look too lovely to breathe
And it's so hard
Knowing she will never love me
The way I do care for her
If we weren't diamonds then we wouldn't shine so bright
It takes a kind of spark to fuel a fire
Wrestling with angels
Lost in negative space
Think I've got enough on my shoulders
But the truth is I'm restless
My blood is a boil
The demons are calling for my plans to be spoiled
I can't mess this up
I'll be 10 steps behind
And every step counts when you're living a lie
Still she walks on a tightrope of dreams
And I look too lovely to breathe
And she'll be free to go in a year or so
But I'll still be stuck in my simple home
Maybe chance is like a ribbon in the wind
Spinning fast with every blow on a whim
If I love you is that so very wrong
If so then what's the point of writing this song
Oh she walks on tightrope of dreams
And I can no longer breathe
So strip me of the lies that I wear
And pull the secrets right out of my hair
A kind of panic fueled by loneliness
I sat with it and then I thought for a while
About a love I'll never have
She walks on a tight rope of dreams
And I look too lovely to breathe
And it's so hard
Knowing she will never love me
The way I do care for her
If we weren't diamonds then we wouldn't shine so bright
It takes a kind of spark to fuel a fire
Wrestling with angels
Lost in negative space
Think I've got enough on my shoulders
But the truth is I'm restless
My blood is a boil
The demons are calling for my plans to be spoiled
I can't mess this up
I'll be 10 steps behind
And every step counts when you're living a lie
Still she walks on a tightrope of dreams
And I look too lovely to breathe
And she'll be free to go in a year or so
But I'll still be stuck in my simple home
Maybe chance is like a ribbon in the wind
Spinning fast with every blow on a whim
If I love you is that so very wrong
If so then what's the point of writing this song
Oh she walks on tightrope of dreams
And I can no longer breathe
So strip me of the lies that I wear
And pull the secrets right out of my hair
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Writer(s): Linda Coman
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