With thoughts of you running through my head I need to work but it’s a dread I’d rather sit back and dream Dream of the sun shining down as the wind blows your hair around there’s no windows I can’t see See out to the sky of blue But who needs windows when I’ve got thoughts of you lying in the grass of green Through the static and the roar of missiles soaring towards this world I make out your voice loud and clear Then it’s clear that I’m not here I’m lost in my imagination & fear that I may never see your eyes shine in the night Tonight I sit in this room holding back sleep, smiling like a dork, procrastinating with thoughts of you thoughts of you running through my head I need to work but it’s a dread I’d rather sit back and dream