In this dream where we all belong
I see contour of fire at hand.
Freezing pain burning for so long.
I hear whispers of emerald land.

Is it strange when a [bad word] [bad word] 
Feeling taste of the wine bizarre..
In these branches I'm closer to you,
In this time of the day afar.

They are silent and old enough,
Though they're younger when we were there.
They remember us being in love,
Scattering our touches everywhere.

And I know you're behind my back,
Hear you breathing beside my tears..
Stay as long as you can, my dream..
I have missed you a million years..