Drifting

I've seen dreams beyond my sight
A world gone to hell,
and a way to make it right

I had all so firm at hand
But in the end,
nothing more than pretty castles made of sand

I wake alone in the middle of the night
The dream is gone,
there are years left behind
What I found is not what I looked for,
but it's real, and I ask for nothing more

Tired of sitting
Tired of waiting
Tired of watching the world go by

Tired, at last, of asking who am I

;

I've been drifting on a sea without your colors
I've been searching for myself in fake tomorrows

I've tried the music
and some poetry too
But there's something out of reach
And I think it could be you