Fast [bad word] 
Deep, deep, deep
While a song somewhere
Is never [bad word] 
Remains of perfection
That await detection

In my dreams I am chasing
In my dreams after you
But the dreams that I'm chasing
Are not dreams, they are [bad word] 

The music has faded
While the memory remains
I whisper your name

Listen dear can you hear
The sounds all around
They were in my mind
Written for you to find
And when you do remember to
Take a look all around you