I’m still thinking about Monday
Speaking in tongues with your eyes
You’re talking in your sleep about someday
Someday could be happening tonight
Don’t you know that I want you
But silence is a safer sound
Don’t you know that I like you
But love keeps pushing me down
Don’t be too hard on yourself
Don’t look too far ahead
Don’t be alarmed or appalled when you fall
It’s only love
Dreams keep flashing up old fears
Where fiction is stranger than the truth
I can’t tell if it’s my wishing well
But I was getting used to lying with you