THE DAYS ARE SHORT, BUT THE NIGHTS ARE LONG

When she dreams of being with someone
She admires she always gets ignored
The days she sits alone she dreams of being
A thorn because her life is always torn
She dreams of being faraway
But, when she wakes she's always the fake

It's like a petal in the wind
Always on the run
Just like the moon doing midnight songs
Like the sun on two little birds
The moon doing its midnight turns
The dreams she feels are real
THE DAYS ARE SHORT, BUT THE NIGHTS ARE LONG....