Progress Christmas Eve
dreaming: i just can't help but think of you crying like rain to land before we stand on towers (to overlook all we had before the bad) gracefully, i'll take a step towards breaking free now. it's lovely voices that agree. make believe the moon does shine; reflect the light so you can see me. tonight: the burning sky. what you got for me on this christmas eve; underneath shattered dreams, you begin to breathe. what do you believe? that you could fly right over me? you can fly with me. what a relief that it's finally just you and me. you threw away a golden opportunity for a silver dream
