When we're alone, I don't really think about it
But when I get home, my mind can't live without it
And if it need known, I'll try and work my way around it
What cannot be shown, also impossible to hide it
I'm always asleep when the timing's right
I'd never compete with the birds in flight
And you are to me what a mother is to child
I hope you can see everything inside
But when you go to bed, none it's real
I hope I've said a lot of what you feel
And when we're dead, no thoughts to feel
I hope I've said a lot of what's real