Why are my eyes always full of this vision of you? Why do I dream silly dreams that I feel won't come true? I long to show you the stars, Caught in the dark of the sea. I long to speak of my love, But you don't come to me.
So I go on asking if maybe one day you'll care. I tell my sad little dreams to the soft evening air. I am quite hopeless it seems. Two things I know how to do. One is to dream, Two is loving you.
I am quite hopeless it seems. Two things I know how to do. One is to dream, Two is loving you