i come late, to not be afraid
the sky [?], for someone to suffocate
perfect bliss, an endless kiss
to know wonder, to feel you near

as childish as my dreams may be
they're still my dream
as worthless as these things may seem
they're still my dream
just my dream
just my dream

a guitar in tune, a quiet room
no sense of tone, nothing too soon
and angle which to hold my [?]
to know i'm home and never feel alone

as childish as my dreams may be
they're still my dream
as worthless as these things may seem
they're still my dream
just my dream
not yours, not ours
just my dream

a mother's advice, love as a gift
a baby boy, what have i missed
careless hopes, to hold them true
to know you're there, and to show them all to you

as childish as my dreams may be
they're still my dream
as worthless as these things may seem
they're still my dream
an open box for all to see
the stuff of my dreams
just my dream

Zwan.