Beautiful are the dreams within
Where we can hold the desolate sky
I wonder as the blue frog croaks
Upon the sand,
So many things come into question
So many hearts unfold...
Where does the mystery begin?
And I have had my addictions
But love is the biggest one of them all
I cannot bear to have this heart broken again
Yet it stands the test of time
For a lover\'s withdrawal is love
And we are all cowards for it,
And no one sees this coming
The parting of the fleece!
For what warmth does one have for another
When rest is not enough?
I cannot feel this heart again
Unless I have that warmth...
And love is a desolate sky in all faults
I can only dream for more
The prettiest view is inept to be seen
Unless love bares its truth,
No more heavy breathing at the scene!
For my desolate sky has fallen
And the flame in the fire
Has lit its match
I want to be alive once more
Yet someday the blue frog will croak again.