i want to sleep
and wake up to a summer's dream-
where the sun never sets or only goes down a little to that perfect angle,
where it's always that particular warm,
the warmth of a sun-heated car, on a cold winter day-

i know
it's only about what i want..
what i desire and what i dream about..
and it's because this chamber without an echo, the long born burden,
has no room for anybody else but me.