nothing and everything

I'm sorry I'm late
I was held up by my dreams again
Succumbed to this subconscious trend
Surrender and you'll comprend why I depend on
Memories for melodies
And sympathy for symphanies
The dramatist turned lyricist
Is it right that I should part with this when

Every dream I've seen and sung would come undone
And the light inside my eyes would die away
Are you so ashamed of everything that I've become
That you'd kill the thrill that fills me from day to day

I'm sorry I'm late
I was prisoner to my sheets again
I traded the ground for clouds again
Surrender and your wounds will mend when you transcend to
A better time, a better place
A better smile upon your face
To exit this is short of bliss
I know I shouldn't part with this because

Every dream I've seen and sung would come undone
And the light inside my eyes would die away
Are you so ashamed of everything that I've become
That you'd kill the thrill that fills me from day to day

Look inside my eyes and try to find the light, the life designed
Inside my dreams - you see it means the world to me and everything would
Fall apart and drain my heart if you don't take the time to start
Believe in me, let me be free, believe in me as I believe in you.