I Am Deep In a Dream

I am deep in a dream 
Where the years fall away Like the leaves on a clear autumn day
 When the love that we had Was just starting to bloom 
 And you started to push me away 

 In the dream I am drawn 
To the reasons you give
 I am not sure if I can survive 
The past closes in as tears start to fall 
And I no longer feel quite alive 

 It’s a dream 
Just a dream 
That I still bear in my heart 
The dance and the Kiss
 And the feelings exist 
And we ended miles apart

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