that vague sparkle in your eye -
is it the light playing tricks
so that I'm getting lost without even trying
drowning in uncharted depths
and melting hopelessly all the while

I seem to remember every detail of your face in my dreams
and I wake up to the tender brush of your lips on mine
until I open my eyes and you disappear
an illusion that fades all too easily

you make me want to fall asleep again