There is a hunger so deep inside of me,
tonight, that nothing can assuage this appetite,
no matter where I go, or what door I open, you are there.
I find you in the wild imagination of my heart--and that's "everywhere."
There is no key to turn, except this twist when you leave,
that locks me inside my dream. For I cannot follow you, or go where you go.
I cannot climb the stairway to the sky--only in my mind's eye--
when thoughts of you come stumbling into my heart,
and leave me stuttering, with muffled cry, you'll never know what you do to me,
and I'll never know why I let it be. I ask myself these questions,
but there are no answers for my unreasonable heart.
tonight, that nothing can assuage this appetite,
no matter where I go, or what door I open, you are there.
I find you in the wild imagination of my heart--and that's "everywhere."
There is no key to turn, except this twist when you leave,
that locks me inside my dream. For I cannot follow you, or go where you go.
I cannot climb the stairway to the sky--only in my mind's eye--
when thoughts of you come stumbling into my heart,
and leave me stuttering, with muffled cry, you'll never know what you do to me,
and I'll never know why I let it be. I ask myself these questions,
but there are no answers for my unreasonable heart.
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