keep me dreaming
american authors
i've walked these streets of silence
through the cold and misty nights
but the more i search the less i tend to notice
i've been trying to find an answer
why you've left me high and dry
even though you're gone i need a sense of closure
through all the times you've left and said it wouldn't be long
through all the times i'd wait for you to never come home
i won't back down so come right back to me
as i gazed out on manhattan
from the peak of brooklyn bridge
i could swear i saw an angel in the skyline
and she came and stood beside me
as the snow began to fall