Love Is Only Sleeping

She looked at me,
And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see,
Then she turned away and said,
"Once I loved, but love is dead,"
And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping."

She said, "I cannot cry,"
"And I cannot give or feel or even try,"
And her voice was hard and cold,
Then her sweet young face looked old,
And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping."

Through the endless days and nights
She could not help but wrap herself in sorrow,
Through the endless days and nights
We waited for a shining new tomorrow,
Love was sleeping, sleeping.

She looked at me,
And her smiling tears feel warm and sweet and free,
And the moonlight kissed her eyes,
As it mingled with our sighs,
And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping,"
And she whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping,"

"Only sleeping,"
"Only sleeping,"
"Only sleeping,"
"Only sleeping,"
"Only sleeping."