I've had the same dream every night;
Me and you on a plane.
And I keep waking up before we crash,
But right before I do, you whisper
We could've had something,
We could've had something more than this.

You said, let go.
As turbulence shook my hand out of yours.
And I realized you didn't love me anymore.
Glance out the window, as clouds roll by
As the plane begins to slowly go down.

And it's falling

Tonight I won't have that dream