Hajibeyli - Beautiful Dreams

You were talking in your sleep.
Spilling secrets in the sheets.
Every breath a little shorter.
Breaking on my collarbone.
Hold me like a porcelain dream.
Fragile,
glowing,
almost real.
Every time I start to speak,
You fade back into the field.
Hold me like a porcelain dream.
Before the morning finds us sleeps.
If this is all you get,
I'd remember silhouettes.