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?