In the stilness of the night my eyes are closed.
My mouth is wide.
I could see her face.
Her beautifull hair I could recognize.
She looks at me cold.
She probably don`t know who I am.
Mommy it is me, it`s Keith.
You had me back when...
But sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me, that she holds me.
Sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me, that she holds me.
I guess I can`t, `cause she doesn`t know who I am.
My mind it`s dreaming, God it`s so misleading.
Do you thing it`s `cause I`ve grown old.
Is it true that what I was told?
You cried to leave me?
You know I know it`s not your fault.
You had a husband who was (now you`re ?) selfish and cold.
Believe me I know.
And now I hear you used to treat me cold.
You disappeared and left me all alone.
I`m sure you didn`t know right from wrong.
`cause both of you were always getting stoned.
But sometimes I like to pretend.
But sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me
Sometimes I like to pretend, that she holds me.
Sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me.
Sometimes I like to pretend, that she holds me.
I guess I can`t, `cause she doesn`t know who I am.