I can see you combing sleep from you hair As you choose what to wear And you whisper who's there To the mirror that stares from the wall No words to speak, there is nothing to say It's an endless today and you're so far away Perhaps you never were at all
I wish the sun would never go down Sky of red, sea of blue Dreaming less of you Yes, it's really true
The phantom lover who waits in the hall Will you go to his call? Is he not there at all? In despair will you drink of his wine? Myself I encounter in endless disguise As the days whisper by In your blue amber eyes And the face in the glass, it is mine
I wish the sun would never go down And the night would fold its wing Sleep alone will bring Dreams of you I seek Dreaming less of you Yes, it's really true