the sky is you, so is the moon tonight:

then you were there smiling.
at an endless shore off the far away season
around the ocean departure
maybe you are thinking of me, maybe not this eternity
shall this be the end or be nothing in the end.
summer is here and i find myself without a place
to stay, to keep the faith, to be so afraid and
i would just give, give it a versatile excuse for my lonely sin.
take me in and make me a bed.
for i have not slept in my dreams
and i'm so tired of dreaming.