All your dreams are made of
                Cloudy lemonade
The places you hide in filled with
                Sheet music
All the words you say seem to be
                Soft lullabies

The difference between dreams
                              and reality
Is the line between smiles and smirks
Is the line between crying of joy and grief
The line between laughing at a memory long lost
And crying because of a current joke
The line between Aristotle and Rowling
                Or just the horizon.

All you ever say is that you'll
                                              be allright
But don't you realize that
All your dreams are made of
                                              Cloudy lemonade?