Sounds Like A Nice Dream

A voice so quiet Makes me wanna start a riot Your purple hair Turn my hopes into despair It's 3am and I'm sipping my coffee This might just be the end of me Took this kodak life for granted Mourning on my fate, I'm afflicted So I run To your after-image But you're not there Like you, I've been damaged without repair And I dream Of your touch And I feel Like I tried too much I'm just wondering If you've been thinking about me these last few years I'm simply craving For my words to caress your ears And I felt lost, of course Riding a burning horse And my dreams become my worst nightmare When you're not around, my love, my friend So I run To your after-image But you're not there Like you, I've been damaged without repair And I dream Of your touch And I feel Like I tried too much