The Star of Sorrow

If dreams plague a man how would a man know he Has won I say on to the victor I’m never let go Hands to the freshest sense morning of bridge have we close the gap or To far away to cast a word or a silly stone word move to patterns to close to passion Absence over thrive plays no patterns unto onto love Can I be dreaming out loud Vision of thunder without rain crushing on melting ice if it is all to go well to happy well Is all right to cry out the weather forecast never looking better Once more Absence over thrive plays no patterns unto onto love Can I be dreaming out loud Is it time for work again or am dreaming out loud or Is it that good of love who said Misery loves company.