Fixed on a future that can’t be ours,
I’ll listen to my heart like a broken record
And you’ll slip into the dusty horizon
Where time and desire fade into intangibility…
A dreamers love was always doomed.
Doomed for heartache,
Doomed for failure.
You’ll pass out of sight but never
Out of memory.
But let me pretend once more…
Hold me in your arms and let me pretend
When in my heart i know all you could ever be
Is my next painful memory.
a. b. martin