I can hear the sound of defeat
And the dwindling armies, they start to retreat
And the waves keep on splashing the salt in my hair
But this tired old veil has started to tear
And the sun's shining through with a powerful light
The past keeps on dimming the future seems bright
My eyelids grow heavy, but I'm still awake
The feelings that flood me are vexing to fake
And as I fall deeper I know what is true,
Waking is dreaming when I am with you.
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