• I dream of the boy of my life,
    but it always turns out with a knife,
    i slowly fall to the ground with fear and tears in my eyes,
    but i never seem suprized,
    with fear i look up and ask why,
    but with tears i remember how you'd lie,
    i slowly watch it all fade away,
    but now my dear i've gone away,
    to a place were i know my way,
    i lye there still dreaming for the boy of my life.