Dreams

We are driving in your carAnd planning a Thanksgiving dinnerYour folks are coming with your grandmaSo are mine, with Uncle LouieI steal a kissAnd you are laughingThe telephone rings;It's my sister KathyShe'll bake a pie if she's ableI think we'll need a larger tableI don't want to wake upI just want to dream all dayWe are living in a cottageNear the oceanThe waves are crashingI see the garden that we plantedSeeds are sproutingNothing bad has happenedYour eyes seem like they are all-knowingYou read my soul;All my lies are showingI reach for you to stroke your hairYou have vanished into thin airI don't want to wake upI just want to dream all dayI only dream in TechnicolorI only dream of you, my loverI dream of you each passing dayEvery every every every every dayI only dream in TechnicolorI only dream of you, my lover