(This Is) The Dream of Evan and Chan

It was familiar to me, the smoke too thick to breathe. The tile floors glistened; I slowly stirred my drink. And when you started to sing, you spoke with broken speech That I could not understand, and then you grabbed me tightly. I won't let go, I won't let go. Even if you say so, oh no. I've tried and tried with no results. I won't let go, I won't let go. He then played every song from nineteen ninety three. The crowd applauded as he curtsied bashfully. Your eyelashes tickled my neck with every nervous blink, And it was perfect until the telephone started Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off...