There was an odd lamp post 

In each of my strange dreams

Sometimes it was on and bright

Sometimes it was as dark as night.

I could never touch the lamp post

Couldn't ever feel the hot glass

Couldn't touch its cool metal

Like a delicate flower's gray petal.

It was like a desire I couldn't reach

(A lot like you, if I were to put it at that)

It was a yearning for someone to care

But as always, "someone" was never there.