And weeks pass
And months pass
Seasons fly
And months pass
Seasons fly
Still you don't walk through the door
And in a haze
I count the silent days
'Til I hear you sing once more
It's my new, strange addiction. I'm living for that next moment I see him. Why? Why this hold on me?
I think it has very much to do with the separateness of it all; There's no depth, no worries, associated with him. There's only joyful memories. Never has he made me feel awful, or said an unkind word(about anyone at all).
It's very pure, and that's what leads to the happiness. I'm sure someday he'll find a way to bring himself to Earth in my eyes, but for now, he's higher than a mountain. He dances with the stars. To look up and find him brings me joy, and for now, that's enough.
(Have a listen to the song- Ramin Karimloo is the best Phantom ever: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47dUc4iMAvQ)
And in a haze
I count the silent days
'Til I hear you sing once more
It's my new, strange addiction. I'm living for that next moment I see him. Why? Why this hold on me?
I think it has very much to do with the separateness of it all; There's no depth, no worries, associated with him. There's only joyful memories. Never has he made me feel awful, or said an unkind word(about anyone at all).
It's very pure, and that's what leads to the happiness. I'm sure someday he'll find a way to bring himself to Earth in my eyes, but for now, he's higher than a mountain. He dances with the stars. To look up and find him brings me joy, and for now, that's enough.
(Have a listen to the song- Ramin Karimloo is the best Phantom ever: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47dUc4iMAvQ)
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