Dreams

Still haven't caught my breath since that first day

If the angels and devils had their ways

I wouldn't be on my own, my own, my ownDreams are what we make of them

And I've a great imagination

So I'll pretend that I don't miss youThere's an island that waits across the waves

When the sirens and nymphs come out to play

I'll never be on my own, my own, my ownAll the colors of you and me

Meld together to form a thing of beauty

If the score is tied and you're outside

I'll let you win, you win, you win, you win