Take me to the mountains, where the sunset
sets the trees on fire.
The light turns the waterfall golden, which turns
into your hair
that flows down your face.
We are dressed in coats against the chill, and
you stare off into space,
I say you look so serious, and you smile and
turn.
Your smile changes the weather and suddenly
the chill is gone,
we\'re alone in Carpathia,
and my stomach begins to churn.
I want to tell you how I feel,
and take the breath to speak,
when at once. I wake from slumber,
and the dream has to break.