Love Is Only Sleeping
    She looked at me
  And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
  Then she turned away and said,
  "Once I loved, but love is dead"
  And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"
    She said, "I cannot cry
  And I cannot give or feel or even try"
  And her voice was hard and cold
  Then her sweet young face looked old
  And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"
    Through the endless days and nights
  Could not help but wrap herself in sorrow (sorrow)
  Through the endless days and nights
  She waited for a shiny new tomorrow
  Love was sleeping, sleeping
    She looked at me
  And her smiling tears were warm and sweet and free
  And the moonlight kissed her eyes
  As it mingled with our sighs
  And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"
  And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"
  Only sleeping...