here we are inside a see-through dream, I know
living pictures fall apart and scream, I know
some people try all their lives to keep away
you have me to dream a secret dream all day
in the waking morning dream in sound
and when the evening comes don't wake me now
here through the blackened vines you see the snow
as it gently falls and right to sleep you go
some people try all their lives to keep away
you have me to dream a secret dream all day
in the waking morning dream in sound
and when the evening comes don't wake me now