I’m dreaming, Dreamer You thought you found someone But you can’t write a single thing down Dry ink well, no scratch But she feels like a heart attack I think I found love but can’t find a way to love myself I look at my... my darkest self I think I write because I care too much I haven’t found an answer To explain why I can not even care at all And I fell, just call me autumn leaves I’m begging, begging for the seasons blessing Your body and my thoughts I’m dreaming that you’ll fall, you’ll fall with me Her pace so steady slow And it feels like I got my foot to the floor And with me behind the wheel I need a little help staying on course I can’t believe... No That god will set me free I’ll be your Gabriel Like green moss on the willow tree Reaching out for ground, stabilize me Weary willow is there more for me? Or has the wind been left to sentence me? A voice amongst the crowd, one voice amongst the crowd