In a crowded room; or at a small cafe;
I could sit and witness, your beauty in every way;
At a football game, or sipping dry champagne;
I could look within your eyes, and see that truth remain.

Amongst the rolling hills, or greenish wooden fields;
I could dare to dream such things, over quiet candlelit meals;
Over the course of time, amidst the world divine;
We could talk in silence; and share one glass of wine.

You could teach me how to build, a tree house or a bike;
I could teach you how to spell, and one day how to write...
We could go on vacation, to Italy or France;
You could teach me how to live, and I'll teach you to dance.

With all of these dreams, I'd like to see, one day is brought to life;
You and me, sitting in a tree, under the wrath of night.
Until then, I'll go to sleep; head filled with things to do.

I shall start all over in the morning: I could see myself with you.