Of what I dream
You know full well
Of what you dream
I haven't a clue

Of what I am
Is something clear
Of what you are
Is something out there

Of what I sense
Is something so good
Of what you sense
Is well away from me

Of whom I love
Is someone like you
Of whom you love
Tis not me

Dreaming is a waste
Beats me right down
Dreaming is a waste
Of my broken heart.