Still...

I dream of you without a face
And every time I lose the thread
And I realize something hard to take
I just don't know who you are.

Sometimes the sun is shining bright
And all the sky seems blue
And still I cannot take a step
Still I dream of you.

I don't know if I'll see you there
But maybe I hope I will
And maybe that's why I hate it here
I hate it here still.