I dream days away, but that's okay. It's like I want to hear a silent sound, and then hold it in my hand. But a rose won't blossom from a ground of desert sand, but I like to pretend that - one day I'll turn around, I'll see your hand reach out. I'm only fooling myself, oh. But maybe when you smile, it means you'd stay awhile. Just maybe, you'd save me now. Save me now.