feelings…
feelings are,
something you just have
often you cannot explain why

all the time
we work for nothing
must be getting something
we are born into a world
which we say is a special place

got to get home
away from this cold and frost
got to get home
i am almost lost
got to get home

and as i think of you
do not want to let you go
something ran delicately –
across my dreams,
a little voice

be a god and help me through
be a devil,
and show me what a devil can do
bring life to sinful dreams

i am free
to be who i want
but it does not –
seem to mean that much to me

you hold her
you know that it is real
but still you wonder
about giving a word to the way you feel

i see you waiting
got to get to you
never suffocating
i see you,
tonight
i see you,
today

thinking about you
are you thinking about me
are you, really?