Dreams? I am well acquainted with those. The ones so promising and blissful like a rose whose petals stand high in the summer, under the sun, but vanish and shatter in the winter's cold air. They become just another delusion to throw me into a trance of despair. Your tears are dreams so please don't cry. Your tears are dreams so please don't cry. Please don't cry. Please don't cry. I will suspend this moment in time as a means to supress my dying eyes. I would tear out my heart so you could once again feel this love and I would walk for miles upon broken glass so you can rest assure you will never cry alone. You'll never cry alone. If you have tears prepare to shed them now. Close your eyes. Close your eyes and say goodnight to this world. Goodnight. Goodnight. Goodbye cruel world. Do you sleep soundly tonight? Are you dreams as sweet as you? Do you sleep soundly tonight? Do you sleep soundly? Do you sleep alone? Do you sleep alone? Do you sleep alone? Do you sleep alone?
Blue Eyes Burn Like Fire
