Pray for me, pray for me Talk to the man upstairs, hoping he answers my prayers Hollywood feel like the jungle, lions and tigers and bears I've been California dreaming Turnt the fuck up for no reason Treat a Wednesday like a weekend She look like an

'Cause you're dreaming with your eyes wide open When the world becomes a fantasy And you're more than you could ever be 'Cause we're dreaming with our eyes wide open And we know we can't be go back again To the world that we were living in Come alive,

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling) When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling) And I begin dreaming (more than a feeling) Till I see Marianne walk away I see my Marianne walkin' away I looked out this morning and the sun

I'll pray for you Do you pray for me? How many nights do you lie dreaming I'm counting the days since you went away When I lost my heart, life lost all meaning What I would give to see you again And you slipped away from me without talking The look in

I'm still dreaming of you And the moon's still floating high What a wonderful surprise I close my eyes And dream of you I'm dreaming at daybreak And the world's so far behind That's why I always find at daybreak

Hold onto hope if you got it Don't let it go for nobody And they say that dreaming is free But I wouldn't care what it cost me Man, you really know how to get someone down Everything was fine, until you came around And I've been chasing after dreamers in

I was busy dreaming 'bout boys Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys I was busy thinking 'bout boys I want 'em all Didn't hit 'em back I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush

So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain The road's calling out my name Dreaming of La Boheme Maybe I'll go to Barbizon Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone Or maybe I'll just travel on So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight