THE BLUE LETTER - Act 3: The Condition. – viii. Wishful Thinking. | Текст песни

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When I dream of the future; I dream of happiness. For better or worse: I thought it was you, because the story of a rescue couldn’t have been any better. Is there no more romance in this empty world? Were our youthful hearts - that naïve and optimistic to be filled with such nonsense? A waterfall isn’t fate!

When your actions become so loud I can’t even hear what you’re saying; your voice has just become a ringing in my ears! With all the Christian language you use, your words crash like cymbals in an empty room. You have been so busy trying to look to the heavens while you’ve been dragging me through the mud. The stories of our history don’t help when our hearts are hardening with every beat. I hope we can just team through, but maybe I’m wrong? Maybe this union was just a mistake? Oh the folly of youth!

Still, when I dream of the future; I dream of happiness. For richer or for poorer: I thought I was enough. But I found out that there never was enough! I can still remember when we met, you weren’t jaded with security; you had different priorities. I thought you were someone else, but you became The Arriviste!

Because when I dream of the future I dream of happiness. To have and hold! I feel like I am alone! It’s only been a year since our first dance and there is no more romance.

You promised to be a lover, but your broken promises fuel the fire of our discontent. I thought that you’d catch me when I fall, and I could find comfort in your arms. But I only found hostility, increasing by the day. No one is an island. Now my Beacon and my Ballast have become your enemies.

When I dream of the future; I dream of happiness. ‘Til death do us part! I want to grow old with you, but you’re just growing cold. So I make a wish every time an eyelash falls: a prayer, for better hearts, and better times.

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