Happy again for the precious time I steal
For a minute there I thought my dream was real
Sometimes you come to me as a flock of birds
Sometimes you come dressed as Allen Ginsberg
Until the mornin' light the same dream every night
In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams
Sometimes a bolt of light comes through the sadness
That there is a reason for the madness
Somehow it stirs a joy within me
I understand that the root of pain is beauty
Until the morning light the same dream every night
In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't face this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams
Old grief has favored me with a thousand sittings
A series of portraits that go on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door, not speakin'
I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

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