|
Wandering around this field obscure,
This field of dreams.
Searching for a flower, and longing to be
with her.
Clouds come rolling, they’re thundering.
And I hide from the rain.
Watching from a distance, from across this
field
Behind the mist.
Looking for the flower, and wanting to be
with her.
And though the light shines from above,
I fear I’m most afraid of love.
Did I misunderstand your look,
and was I not watching?
Or did I talk way too much,
and was I not listening?
Let me know and hold me close,
or let me go I can fly on my own.
Just let me be clear, if
you’re not near I’ll never stray too far from here.
Not only does the sun shine from the sky,
it also
Burns from my eyes.
Looking at the flower, I know I want to be
with her.
So here I sit impatiently,
Waiting for her to call on me.
Did I misunderstand your look,
and was I not watching?
Or did I just talk way too
much, and was I not listening?
Let me know and hold me close,
or let me go I can fly on my own.
Just let me be clear, if
you’re not near I’ll never stray too far from here.
So here I sit impatiently,
Waiting for you to call on me.
Did I misunderstand your look,
and was I not watching?
Or did I just talk way too
much, and was I not listening?
Did I misunderstand your look,
and was I not watching?
Or did I just talk way too
much, and was I not listening?
Let me know and hold me close, or let me
go I can fly on my own.
Just let me be clear, if
you’re not near I’ll never stray too far from here.
Just let me be clear, if
you’re not near I’ll always be right here. |
