Stolen Days

Stolen days and stolen nights,

I'm dreaming of you...

the days I disappeared, to run

away to think of you.

Under the bridges,

out on the waters...

in the quiet places

I sought you and 

your memory;

over the mountains,

and through the meadows...

in the shade of a thousand trees, 

Seek me and then find me,

she said through the cream...

lost and then found and 

I steamed all my seams,

to hop on a plane

and touch all my dreams,

To hold you up close

and change reality's streams.