Did I dream the kiss?
Was your hand through my hair a figment of my imagination?
Are the lights that glow inside not really shining for you?
is this falsified bliss, did I dream the kiss?
Make him be there at the platform,
Standing there, ready to embrace, let me again see his face,
let him be there at the platform,
let him clear the travesty of the heart's storm, let this have been real.
Don't steal my dream for it was a thing of beauty,
the lights, make them a steady glow,
not a rush,
but then blackness when the storm blows.
Let the train rush in, let there be no more rain,
please don't let this have not meant anything,
make him be there at the platform,
make him be there,
or is this falsified bliss, did i dream the kiss?