Barrolainen

Every whisper of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions. Trying to keep an eye on you like a hurt lost and blinded fool. Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up.

Consider this, the hint of the century.
Consider this, the slip that brought me
to my knees failed. What if all these fantasies come flailing around? Now I've said too much.

I thought that I heard you laughing. I thought that I heard you sing. I think I thought I saw you try. But that was just a dream.