Waiting - The Cure

Tonight I’ll dream

A girl called Home

And wake up in tears

All on my one

With the sun coming up

And my head against stone

Balcony dressed and drawn

Tonight I’ll dream

A room so far away

Frost pale blue the colour

Of a perfect day

And then screw up my face

In the mirror as I wait

For the others to call

But if I don’t believe in magic

And I don’t believe in blood

And I don’t believe in miracles

And I don’t believe in love

Then how come I believe so soon

In a cherry tree girl

And a dust blue room?

Tonight I’ll dream an hour

So long

Shadow soft smiles

And everyone loves me

To open my eyes

In a drag myself face undone

Hard back into the world

Tonight I’ll dream

A dream I dream

Without even trying

I’m flying I scream

As I practise the move

I spit at my pillow

Stained face

And the others all come

But if I don’t believe in magic

And I don’t believe in blood

And I don’t believe in miracles

And I don’t believe in love

Then how come I believe it seems

In a girl called Home

And a world called dreams?