My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

I know you got away, I know you got away All my time is consumed with your face I tell myself that this feeling will fade Na na na na na na na And I know, and I know, and I know that it won't I've seen you in my dreams You turn them to gold and shatter

Need a little time to wake up wake up What's the story morning glory? Need a little time to wake up All your dreams are made When you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade Today's the day that all the world will see Another sunny afternoon Walking

They know my name because I told it to them But they don't know where, and they don't know when Keep the car running Can't swim across a river so deep It's coming or when Every night my dream's the same Same old city with a different name They're not

And I'm thinking, just another breath. Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me When all the answers that I seek are around me Am I drowning, am I fading away, Or am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way Everything is so complex Everyday

A dream is a wish your heart makes When you're fast asleep In dreams you will lose your heartaches Whatever you wish for, you keep Have faith in your dreams and someday Your rainbow will come smiling through No matter how your heart is grieving If you

Clap Your Hands Everybody I'm Singing This Love Is Unbreakable We're Living Our Dreams No Thing, No Money, No Sin, No Temptation,Talking 'Bout Nothing But Y'all Know We'll Be Back Next Week Like The People On TV Through The Technical Difficulties

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more