Happy again for the precious time I steal
For a minute there I thought my dream was real
Sometimes [bad word] to me as a flock of birds
Sometimes [bad word] dressed as Allen Ginsberg

Until the mornin' light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Sometimes a bolt of [bad word] through the sadness
That there is a reason for the madness
Somehow it stirs a joy within me
I understand that the root of pain is beauty

Until the morning light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't face this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Old grief has favored me with a thousand sittings
series of portraits that go on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on

In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door, not speakin'
I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams