wide awake when?

not quite 4am, but still the dream comes again and i still know i need to be in love... not quite 4am, but here with my pen, i am writing cuz the words lift me above the dark and dreary days the tired and lonely nights the empty promises forgotten by all but my broken heart and when the sleep does come i want to be so numb that the brain will be too tired to let the nightmares start...

bali hi, bali high, bali... hiccup...