Tossing and turning trying to change the channel

Eventually I woke to the static

The good times were worth the sleep

Yet the bad times woke me up quinched for a drink

A thirst that only you can fill, with answers I'm left alone to just feel.

In a filed of dreams longing for the seams to be sown back together, yet thats a story 

flying south for the weather. To be in love with a heart as cold as ice,

has brought winter with no end in sight. As I'm lost in the forest of your delight

I pray my light will guide me through the night.