Dream

"Dream" Pretty flowers and butterflies And this silence in his eyes. His lips as worm as rising sun, His voice's like shot from golden gun. When he's smiling I feel like in heaven, When he's crying I'd cry forever. His style of being, his happiness and sadness, They all make I fell in madness. I'm on the concert, I'm singing with him, It all looks like a beutiful dream. And when i woke up and dream has dead There's still that somebody stayin in my head. [AiG]