They don't understand

People don't let me be with my thoughts.
My thoughts about you.
They just don't understand.
They interrupt me constantly.
They ask me about this,
And they ask me about that.

They don't understand how it feels,
To drop down from cloud nine to earth.
Here I am thinking about how you were glowing,
In the evening light like hope itself,
And here they come and ask me
What I think about the weather today.

They don't understand how tough it is,
For an artist to go back to his half-done painting.
Here I am sweeping the brush of my imagination
On the canvas of my mind,
And here they come and ask me
Who I think would win tonight's game.

They don't understand how it feels,
To wake up from a pleasant reverie by a grating sound.
Here I am dancing with you among the stars
With angels playing music around us,
And here they come and ask me
What I feel about the latest scandal.

They just don't understand.
To understand something as powerful as this,
They should have experienced emotions
As intense as mine at least once.
To understand why nothing matters to me any more,
They should have loved someone like you in their life.