| I could put on the back of a postcard | 
| No song that I could sing | 
| But I could try for your heart | 
| Our dreams | 
| And they are made out of real things | 
| Like a shoebox of photographs | 
| With sepia-toned loving | 
| Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart | 
| Like why are we here? | 
| And where do we go? | 
| And how come it’s so hard? | 
| It’s not always easy and | 
| Sometimes life can be deceiving | 
| I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together | 
| It’s always better when we’re together | 
| Yeah, we’ll look at the stars when we’re together | 
| Well, it’s always better when we’re together | 
| Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together | 
| And all of these moments | 
| Just might find their way into my dreams tonight | 
| But I know that they’ll be gone | 
| When the morning light sings | 
| And brings new things | 
| For tomorrow night you see | 
| That they’ll be gone too | 
| Too many things I have to do | 
| But if all of these dreams might find their way | 
| Into my day to day scene | 
| I’d be under the impression | 
| I was somewhere in between | 
| With only two | 
| Just me and you | 
| Not so many things we got to do | 
| Or places we got to be | 
| We’ll sit beneath the mango tree now | 
| Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together | 
| We’re somewhere in between together | 
| Well, it’s always better when we’re together | 
| Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together | 
| I believe in memories | 
| They look so, so pretty when I sleep | 
| Hey now, and when I wake up | 
| You look so pretty sleeping next to me | 
| But there is not enough time | 
| And there is no, no song I could sing | 
| And there is no combination of words I could say | 
| But I will still tell you one thing | 
| We’re better together |