Woorden: Typecast. Brght eyes.

I know that you can't hear

My mind is screaming your name

Your smiles that crushes my chest

with the waves of

With the waves my dreams

I curse myself for looking your way

With the waves of

With the waves my dreams

I curse myself for looking your way

I can never tell if our eyes are
meeting


My heart is racing, what are we avoiding

I must be dreaming
I can never tell

Lying face to face

Your bright eyes cradles me and I'm

Wishing you're here when I wake up

Is this too much to ask? Or is this
enough

If this is a dream then I don't want to wake up