Dreams

The mountains, pass by
 As the road stretches on
 For what seems, like eternity
 There is, nothing but, desolation out here
 Desolation, and the thought of you
 You come to me, in dreams
 I feel the warmth of your skin
 The touch, of your hand
 Desire for your kiss
 I feel, you are real -
 That I have found you
 But then you disappear
 I feel you, are real -
 That I have found you
 But then you disappear
 Will I, find you
 Did you exist in this world
 Or is, it nothing but a dream?
 I feel you, are real -
 That I have found you
 But then you disappear
 The mountains, pass by
 As the road stretches on
 For what seems, like eternity
 There is, nothing but, desolation out here
 Desolation, and the thought of you