SUNDAY MORNING

I have grown up, I have changed my style
But all the boys I've loved before you came
Are still a part of me, and will always be.
You have changed me in ways that I cannot explain.
You have shattered my every belief, my every rule.
I've met you one night, we were just two strangers in a bar.
Then I saw that electric look in your eyes,
And something inside me screamed, fireworks went off.
Who knows if we had met when I was a little girl,
When all I had were innocent dreams of paradise?
But now things have changed - I have met you.
Nothing is real anymore - lies are the game that we play,
A dangerous game that we both play very well,
And it will never end, no one will ever win.
Because all that we do is to play in defense.
So we sit here in the dark, watching the stars,
And we listen to the sound of our favourite song.
And we make-believe that all this will be real.
But as dawn arrives, and the day starts to get bright,
We know we have to wake up from this dream.
And as I turn the key and start the car,
I know that the dream starts to slowly fade away.
And by the time that we both get home, it's almost gone.
Just one more kiss, one normal goodbye.
Sunday comes, and all's left to hang on to
Is the memory of a beautiful dream which will never come real,
As we both go on with our own separate lives.

[23rd May, 2005]