My windows were all day open,but I know by my own I am not awake.
I am sailing by a dream,
now turning into a nightmare.
I am lost in the middle,
of red tints and deep words.
No eyeing on map, keeping in paddle.
For I am by a boat with no swords.
Do you know I'm fighting?
Do you know I am waiting?
Did you ever know I am sailing?
Maybe you'll know, I am wishing.
Someday I'll get into you,
When the waves tossed by.
And the water lead me to your ship,
I wish the tears run dry.