This must be a lucid dream
My body is comatose
I'm floating above myself, looking down longingly
Who are you?
Drifting in like the rain on a spring afternoon
Sweeping me from the everyday humdrum into a technicolor world
A world built for dreamers,
Hopeless romantics...hopeless romantics
When was hope lost?
Two hopeless romantics joined together by solitude
Both daydreaming of what had never been seen before
Lust was common
Affection was introduced through that first gentle kiss in the pouring rain