For a dawn that won't come
I'm dreaming a dream from long ago.
The same days over and over again.
Within this endless dream, I wished for a morning that wouldn't come.
It's red...
and white..
and cold...
and warm...
and sad...
and happy...
and...
and the same days are repeated.
The same days over and over again.
Within this endless dream, I wished for a morning that wouldn't come.
It's red...
and white..
and cold...
and warm...
and sad...
and happy...
and...
and the same days are repeated.
I knew from a long time ago, from years ago.
Wandering in this dream...
Wishing for a dawn that wouldn't come...
I'm always in the same spot.
A ruckus with no voices, and a faceless person walks before me.
No one cares about just one little child.
Wandering in this dream...
Wishing for a dawn that wouldn't come...
I'm always in the same spot.
A ruckus with no voices, and a faceless person walks before me.
No one cares about just one little child.
I'm waiting for a person.
A person I know who won't come.
Someone I know I won't meet again.
For years and years
Within this repeating dream, I was always waiting
for a dawn that won't come...
A person I know who won't come.
Someone I know I won't meet again.
For years and years
Within this repeating dream, I was always waiting
for a dawn that won't come...