For a moment I could rest
On the tender shoulders of hope
I swam in the depth
of your warm embrace
and I could float
On the power of faith
Followed the stream
All the way to your heart
Far beyond my broken past
I found peace
on an island of belief
Dreaming it would last
But dreams are like water
Running dry as soon as we wake up
Gone before we’ve noticed
We’re living on borrowed tides
Coz dreams are like water
and Water Runs Dry
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