imagination has not served me well lately
its faint and feeble comfrot have but died
in the shadows of my hazy dreams I pass you by
and life no longer thrills
such tears I spill
it is the saddest tale I have ever known
hear me cry to absent gods against the wind
I will tell you about my heart's desire
the fire burns inside me still
and always will
so hear my whispers in the wind
say can you fell my pain
a storm is moving in and I am alone again
I whisper at the wind that I am alone again
I would cry a tear if you should say
come to me now
and let me always by you stay
I know it is not a dream
I wish that you could see
you are all I need
its faint and feeble comfrot have but died
in the shadows of my hazy dreams I pass you by
and life no longer thrills
such tears I spill
it is the saddest tale I have ever known
hear me cry to absent gods against the wind
I will tell you about my heart's desire
the fire burns inside me still
and always will
so hear my whispers in the wind
say can you fell my pain
a storm is moving in and I am alone again
I whisper at the wind that I am alone again
I would cry a tear if you should say
come to me now
and let me always by you stay
I know it is not a dream
I wish that you could see
you are all I need