On your couch, watching old movies;
Short films of rants and comedies
With your eyes closed you can tell me
Just what you were dreaming of…
Was it us?

On your floor, with the rain outside
We’ll wrap our blanket tight
With our arms folded you can tell me
Just what you were thinking of…
Was it enough?

To be or not to be; It all seems so easy
But I guess that he never found another like you….

On your porch, with the sun all around
You’d pluck chrysanthemums and blow them out
With your breath back you can tell me
Just what you were wishing of….
Was it love?

To be or not to be; it all seems so easy
But I guess that he never found another like you….

To sleep, perchance to dream,
Is nothing without you here with me
To sleep, perchance to dream…
Of you is all that I was wishing of.