I lose my grip in your fingertips
And my mind runs away in your lips
Waiting for the future in present's soft refrain
The past cannot be chosen, and neither can the pain
I hope in visions of you
I hope in visions of you
Others I have longed for it is true
Only to rush into them when they fall through
And I've denied my very being, the calling in my heart
But the man that you adore, he is set apart
I'd chase away my dreams for another glimpse of you
Please tell me that you love me too
Waiting for the future in present's soft refrain
The past cannot be chosen, and neither can the pain
I hope in visions of you
I hope in visions of you
A little stone house on the water I see
Therein lies a God, a girl, and me
We slip into our rest and we become free
Sitting by a fireplace, and grabbing our destiny.
By Nathan Cronk
Copyright © 2000 Nathan Cronk