Dream
Do me a favor
And tell me what you think about me
Tell me how you want this to be
Go out on a limb and just dream
Paint a picture
Choose your colors extra wise
Especially what you put on my mind
Imagine what it be like to touch the sky, yeah, yeah
Whoa oh, your thoughts are gonna pick me up
Do you know it's good to feel too much
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud
The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream
I breathe your visions
They pull me through the coldest of nights
They steer me towards that moment in time
When you show me what it means for you to be mine, yeah
Whoa oh, oh you're giving me the will to try
Do you know that there's happy in these eyes
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud
The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream
It's like my birthday
Every time you look at me
It's like the best thing
Every time that you dream, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa oh, your thoughts are gonna pick me up
Do you know it's good to feel too much
Whoa , you got my head in the clouds
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud
The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream , dream
The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream,
Dream
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