Lyric

The "Dream" on the wall

Still hanging there, where it was all

The paper’s wrinkled now

A few more lines, I see

How long has it been

Since you were here with me?

Too old for this, I know

A "New Year's Call" so late

But I made you write that word

A "Passion" etched by fate

I was so drawn to the way you wrote it

I framed it, hung it up, just to show it

The ink is still as dark as that night

Frozen in time, beneath the light

It wasn't all good times, was it?

We fought with everything we had

I was obsessed, maybe even angry

But I was madly, truly, deep in that dream

The nights we laughed, they rise first to my mind

"Are you doing well?"—the words I leave behind

Our personalities, they don't really change

Time just makes the memories feel strange

The way you’d go quiet, the way you wouldn't listen

These things remain, more than the ink in the frame that's glistenin'

Maybe now, I can see it a bit clear

Were you looking at me, just as confused, my dear?

Shaking your head, tired of my ways

Back in those chaotic, younger days

It wasn't all good times, was it?

Half of it was war, half of it was love

But the happiness we shared, it still wins

Above the sorrow, where it begins

"Are you doing well?"—my fingers move to type

Chasing the ghosts, before the memories wipe