At My Favorite Place

In the middle of the night I'm just standing there at my favorite place, the only one that makes this town so beautiful and so alive. And every time I wonder if I ever would dare to do it. And every time I wish you could embrace me with your love instead, but my body is tired of carrying this mess around. My mind is tired of arguingg about nothing and everything all the time and you know it. I can almost feel how the air would touch me and open me up. I am floating by your bed on these scary dreams that never seems to end. And you know it.