T. Finn How strange we cry Whenever the truth comes by We'd rather believe in a lie Blue sky, white sand Time running through my hands Still hoping to find your summer land This is a dream, only a dream This is a dream Old songs, bright lights Someone to hold you tight Never forget day and night This is a dream, only a dream This is a dream We can't make the dream come true We can rest awhile and contemplate the view This is a dream, only a dream This is a dream