When you dreaming with a broken heart
the waking up is the hardest part.
You roll out of bed and down on your knees
and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
Wondering
Was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she’s not
cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
the giving up is the hardest part.
She takes you in with her crying eyes
then all at once, you have to say goodbye.
Wondering
Could you stay, my love?
And will you wake up by my side?
No she can’t
cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my roses in my hand?
And would you get them if I did?
No you won’t
cause your gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
the waking up is the hardest part.
(John Mayer)