#1
I had a dream about you, the edges of my vision was blurry
I thought it like a watermark, telling me to be patient
I would be real here sometime, with perfect vision
We walked over, towards a rusted swing set
My hand on your stomach, my finger poked in your shirt below the button
And I felt how soft your skin was, I felt your stomach muscles move
You asked me what colour your eyes were, and I gave some romantic answer
Of how they're brown and, when the sun hits them they're lighter but
I wasn't even sure...
Then I was in a hospital with a man who had lost his sight
But I think that was another dream, just in the same night.