| When you’re awake, the things you think |
| Come from the dream you dream |
| Thought has wings, and lots of things |
| Are seldom what they seem |
| Sometimes you think youve lived before |
| All that you live to day |
| Things you do come back to you |
| As though they knew the way |
| Oh the tricks your mind can play |
| It seems we stood and talked like this, before |
| We looked at each other in the same way then |
| But I can’t remember where or when |
| The clothes you’re wearing are the close, you wore |
| The smile you are smiling you were smiling then |
| But I can’t remember where or when |
| Some things that happened for the first time |
| Seem to be happening again |
| And so it seems that we have met before |
| And that we laughed before, also loved before |
| But who knows where or when |