A Far-fetched Dream

In wistful days and starry nights she'd come to me in my dreams

With her eyes of China blue she’d speak of love.

And days would come and nights would pass,

As I would think how long it’d last

As she comes like a winter breeze in the dreamy nights

As the stars shine bright.

With a dream of love and a nimble stride I’d pull her into my adoring arms, so tender, so white and pale,

Is she the one, my holy grail.

And as time goes by in the southern land,

She flies away like a storm of sand.

For all I see it’s gloomy and done,

But just maybe she wasn't the one.

And with this anguish in my heart,

I think of it right from the start,

Saying if she was the only one

who painted your lips red but left you in agony soon after

Maybe she wasn't the one

If she was your sunshine

But soon turned into a blood tainted twilight

Maybe she wasn't the one.

If she was the reason for all your high's

But soon turned into the depths of the lonely curves of your body laying alone under the murky sky

Maybe she wasn't the one.

If she was the one who drove you, but then drove far far away

Eloping to the land where your feelings now lay

Maybe she wasn't the one.

If you still feel she's your heartbeat

When she left with your throbbing heart in hand

Maybe, just maybe you weren't the one.