She looked at me And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see Then she turned away and said, "Once I loved, but love is dead" And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"
She said, "I cannot cry And I cannot give or feel or even try" And her voice was hard and cold Then her sweet young face looked old And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"
Through the endless days and nights Could not help but wrap herself in sorrow (sorrow) Through the endless days and nights She waited for a shiny new tomorrow Love was sleeping, sleeping
She looked at me And her smiling tears were warm and sweet and free And the moonlight kissed her eyes As it mingled with our sighs And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping" And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping" Only sleeping...