The Dust in the air's
Making me want to cry every night
I try to put on a face
That I think you'd really adore
I don't want to sit and pretend
That you'd love me in a perfect world
Slow down, feel the breeze and be content
That I'm just fine alone
What kind of dream is this
I thought I'd get to choose
It isn't always true
The way I think of you
I can treat you fine
If you'd be mine
But you don't care
