Waiting...

<br>tonight i`ll dream a girl called home<br>and wake up in tears<br>all on my own<br>with the sun coming up<br>and my head against stone<br>balcony dressed and drawn<br>tonight i`ll dream a room so far away<br>frost pale blue<br>the colour of a perfect day<br>and then screw up my face<br>in the mirror<br>as i wait for the others to call<br><br>but if i don`t believe in magic<br>and i don`t believe in blood<br>and i don`t believe in miracles<br>and i don`t believe in love<br>then how come i believe so soon <br>in a cherry tree girl<br>and a dust blue room?<br><br>tonight i`ll dream an hour so long <br>shadow soft smiles<br>and everyone loves me<br>to open my eyes <br>in a drag myself face undone<br>hard back into the world<br>tonight i`ll dream a dream i dream <br>without even trying i`m flying i scream<br>as i practice the move <br>i spit at my pillow stained face<br>and the others all come<br><br>but if i don`t believe in magic<br>and i don`t believe in blood<br>and i don`t believe in miracles<br>and i don`t believe in love<br>then how come i believe it seems<br>in a girl called home<br>and a world called dreams?