Moments Of Imagination Walking
“Walking”
I’m walking on the thin ice hoping it will break soon
I feel as if there’s nothing I could do
Call it disenchantment call it what you want to
But I’d rather not hear it come from you
Don’t stop needing me come here
I still see your face it’s crystal clear
As it always was
I can’t sleep at night I’m wide awake
And there’s not much more that I can take
Before it’s far too late
My skin it holds my sin and I’m looking to disguise it
Let me paint the words to elude this fact
Understand that people never want the truth
They say they’d rather not hear it come from you
Don’t stop needing me come here
I still see your face it’s crystal clear
As it always was
I can’t sleep at night I’m wide awake
And there’s not much more that I can take
Before it’s far too late
