The measure of my dreams

la mala leche ya se fue...y navegando en el web y como siempre leyendo las palabras de nuevas canciones, me fijo en esas palabras....tan verdaderas....

"Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams"