i'm not sad, i'm deeply pondering with a frown

i've been waiting

for this dream to come true

i've been staring at this painting

for a long time

the harder the dream, the harder i stare

the more i want to be there

with you, in there

the mystic garden painted by frantic strokes

with happy tears that choke 

me

but it's been years, and i'm not getting closer

faith dwindles,

my dream is not kindled

with your love

so i'll pack this portrait away

and i'll wake up from this dream

i'll drive away

and i'll never dream

of you again