Inside the blue room
You could tell that someone's coming in
I watch you change the way you look
Like a sweet chameleon
You would becoming brighter
What a wonderful way to light you
I know dreams don't count, count
I know the dreams don't count
But it feels real, what the hell is the point of stealing
That image I had of you from me?
This afternoon I thought about all the lives you live before
And I just couldn't block it on all the songs that you've sang
All the rhythms written for ya
Well, here's another one for the part
Can you see my wild flower crossing the avenue tonight?
I know the dreams don't count, count
I know the dreams don't count
But it feels real, what the hell is the point of stealing
That image I had of you from me?