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 could
And 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 shiny 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