As I fall asleep, to black and white TV Fly far away, in my recurring dream Each winter drains electricity There are words to say There are songs to sing But I can hardly speak at all
Home, I'm on my way to a holiday in real time Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK Dear Valentine
Now quietly peek across the street Perfectly kept, perfectly neat But it's not complete, no not at all
Home I'm on my way to a holiday in real time Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK Dear Valentine