Dreams

We are driving in your car And planning a Thanksgiving dinner Your folks are coming with your grandma So are mine, with Uncle Louie I steal a kiss And you are laughing The telephone rings; It's my sister Kathy She'll bake a pie if she's able I think we'll need a larger table I don't want to wake up I just want to dream all day We are living in a cottage Near the ocean The waves are crashing I see the garden that we planted Seeds are sprouting Nothing bad has happened Your eyes seem like they are all-knowing You read my soul; All my lies are showing I reach for you to stroke your hair You have vanished into thin air I don't want to wake up I just want to dream all day I only dream in Technicolor I only dream of you, my lover I dream of you each passing day Every every every every every day I only dream in Technicolor I only dream of you, my lover