At two in the morning
Your image wakes me from sleep
With thoughts of you my mind is burning
And I turn on my pillow and weep
Every night since I lost you
I crave for a quiet night
Yet would that night be true
As it wouldn’t be right
How can I cease to love, to hurt
It’s not painting by numbers
You still live in my heart
And I know what we had was a wonder
So, you appearing in my dreams
Means our love will never wither
So, I live with my tears and screams
Till we can again be together.