I’m dreaming, Dreamer
 You thought you found someone
 But you can’t write a single thing down
 Dry ink well, no scratch
 But she feels like a heart attack
 I think I found love but can’t find a way to love myself
 I look at my... my darkest self
 I think I write because I care too much
 I haven’t found an answer
 To explain why I can not even care at all
 And I fell, just call me autumn leaves
 I’m begging, begging for the seasons blessing
 Your body and my thoughts
 I’m dreaming that you’ll fall, you’ll fall with me
 Her pace so steady slow
 And it feels like I got my foot to the floor
 And with me behind the wheel
 I need a little help staying on course
 I can’t believe... No
 That god will set me free
 I’ll be your Gabriel
 Like green moss on the willow tree
 Reaching out for ground, stabilize me
 Weary willow is there more for me?
 Or has the wind been left to sentence me?
 voice amongst the crowd, one voice amongst the crowd