Your gaze
When it finds mine
Speaks of such things
That I cannot believe
How sweet it is to dream
And think that you
Like me
As I do you
But the illusion
When it comes undone
Hurts the heart
Of the dreamer
Who dreamt too much
Ah, if I could only understand
What your eyes are saying
Your gaze
When it meets mine
Speaks of such things
That I cannot believe
How sweet it is to dream
And think that you
Like me
As I do you
But the illusion
When it comes undone
Hurts in the heart
Of the dreamer
Who dreamt too much
Ah, if I could only understand
What your eyes are saying