Under a blackened sky Far beyong the glaring streetlights Sleeping on empty dreams The vultures lie in wait

You lay down beside me then You were with me every waking hour So close I could feel your breath

When all we wanted was the dream To have and to hold that precious little thing Like every generation yields The new born hope unjaded by their years

Pressed up against the glass I found myself wanting sympathy But to be consumed again Oh I know would be the death of me

And there is a love that's inherently given A kind of blindness offered to deceive In that light of forbidden joy Oh I know I won't receive it

When all we wanted was the dream To have and to hold that precious little thing Like every generation yields The newborn hope unjaded by their years

You know if I leave you now It doesn't mean that I love you any less It's just the state I'm in I can't be good to anyone else like this

When all we wanted was the dream To have and to hold that precious little thing Like every generation yields The newborn hope unjaded by their years

-Wait, by Sarah McLachlan

(CD: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy)