Tonight I'll close my eyes and dream of a land that does not exist. A land of words and thoughts. I'll forget your voice and all the actions you took or didn't take. All the hurt inside will go numb. Lets pretend I don't care. For now there's a foreign breeze blowing through my hair. There's sounds and sights that cradle me back to my childhood dreams. A lamp post in the middle of a forest inside a wardrobe or a cave where you can get to from the English subway. Tonight I'll cling to the lion's mane and everything will be alright.
*Miss Saigon Soundtrack