I write to you in midnight dreams
Where nothing's ever what it seems
My pen runs dry, but I still write
With eyes half-closed, deep in the night
No postage stamp, no paper worn
Just wishes sent before the morn
Sleepwalking letters you won't read
A quiet cry, a silent need
Each word a shadow of the past
A message lost, but meant to last
Slipped between these tangled lines
My heart confesses, then it hides
Unsent and slow, but full of fire
Letters burned in lost desire
Where nothing's ever what it seems
My pen runs dry, but I still write
With eyes half-closed, deep in the night
No postage stamp, no paper worn
Just wishes sent before the morn
Sleepwalking letters you won't read
A quiet cry, a silent need
Each word a shadow of the past
A message lost, but meant to last
Slipped between these tangled lines
My heart confesses, then it hides
Unsent and slow, but full of fire
Letters burned in lost desire