(c. stepney - s. barnes)



Birds sing out of tune, songs with no refrain

Nested in purple trees, nothing seems to rhyme



Only when i'm dreaming

Is there harmony and meaning

Only when i'm dreaming of you



Empty hour glass; running out of time

Yesterday is here

Now will never pass



Only when i'm dreaming

Is there harmony and meaning

I am only dreaming when i'm deeper in the arms

The arms of love

The arms of love



Birds are now in tune

Since i'm with you

Songs have sweet refrain

Since i'm with you


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