wonderful weather, come to shankar's with me?

I
in her world of sleep and sound
lost in her world, of sleep and sound
in her own world, her very own,
just lost, without wanting to be found,
by me.

II
there are books, there is money, plenty
immerse yourself, in your empty,
room.
think twice, is this what you want,
to live without what youve got.
In secrets, in layers, never to be discovered,
by me.

III
And you smile, but not at me
and i know you will be there, just not with me
looks like i need you, but cannot ask
instead ill walk with you, in a dream woven true,
by me.

IV
she says, "wonderful weather.."
out loud, or in her mind, it does not matter.