When I Sleep I Dream Of Forever

Tonight is the night, for love to come on home.
What gives hindsight the right to show us what we've always known? I'm so sorry.
We can't talk the way we used to.
But it seems I can't sing about anything other than you.
And I bet you don't think about me anymore.
There's no winner here, I don't think we can settle this score.

They said we could live our dreams, if we pray each night before we sleep.
I'd pray someone could sew us back together, but I'm afraid of what I'd reap, and I'm sorry.
Cut the tension with a knife, when we're in the same room.
Open my mouth and watch the air turn blue.
And I can't write without spelling your name somehow
In words and shapes and phrases, I can't quite let you out

You,
A colour in a black and white crowd,
You,
The sun behind my clouds,
You
Lightning at the bottom of a bottle
You
A memory better off forgotten
But I can't quite let you out.

Tonight is the night, for love to hit home.
Time has gone by, but I don't think that I've grown, and I'm sorry.
I ran away when I could have fought this fight.
But I lose time and time again, thinking of you every day of my life.
And I hope you still think of me, hope I'm still afloat in your own ocean.
If I wash up on your shore, would you cure me of how I've been left floating?
Love me or leave me be, just set me free.
I'm sorry.