Why are my eyes always
Full of this vision of you?
Why do I dream silly dreams
That I see 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.
So I go on asking
If maybe, 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.
One is to dream,
Two is loving you.
One is to dream,
Two is loving you.