| You should have seen Tuesday’s dream dancing in my head
|
| For you’d have heard a thousand words that nobody have said
|
| And you’d have watched me try to run where dreams have never strayed
|
| Heard my cries because I knew I really was afraid
|
| Dreams, dreams I’ll never keep
|
| My body rests but my eyes refuse to sleep
|
| Sights and sounds my mind created
|
| Far beyond the thoughts of which we speak
|
| Come on!
|
| And then we danced on silver wings upon a gilded thread
|
| I heard the song the Angel sings to bless my lowered head
|
| And at the door of paradise my best laid plan begun
|
| But as I turned to reach for you, my colored knight, it was gone
|
| Dreams, dreams I’ll never keep
|
| My body rests but my eyes refuse to sleep
|
| Sights and sounds my mind created
|
| Far beyond the thoughts of which we speak
|
| And then we danced on silver wings upon a gilded thread
|
| I heard the song the Angel sings to bless my lowered head
|
| And at the door of paradise my best laid plan begun
|
| But as I turned to reach for you, my colored knight, it was gone
|
| Dreams, dreams I’ll never keep
|
| My body rests but my eyes refuse to sleep
|
| Sights and sounds my mind created
|
| Far beyond the thoughts of which we speak |