Love Is Only Sleeping

She looked at me

And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see

Then she turned away and said,

"Once I loved, but love is dead"

And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"

She said, "I cannot cry

And I cannot give or feel or even try"

And her voice was hard and cold

Then her sweet young face looked old

And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"

Through the endless days and nights

Could not help but wrap herself in sorrow (sorrow)

Through the endless days and nights

She waited for a shiny new tomorrow

Love was sleeping, sleeping

She looked at me

And her smiling tears were warm and sweet and free

And the moonlight kissed her eyes

As it mingled with our sighs

And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"

And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"

Only sleeping...