When I get up I've dreamt too long,   Everything else is half as strong,   I could see though, outside my head,   they got it right, I got it wrong.      I've let too much of it slide through my fingers,   fear that has fouled all the love I could bring her.      Shook off her optimistic hand,   I am too fixed on what I've planned,   Who is the one who can't let go?   I will miss out, hell, don't I know.