The pages fade, they’re getting worn
yellowed papers creased and torn
Yet they still can take me to a world
I now can only dream of

Once I saw the future in your eyes
and I saw in it both you and me
Now there’s nothing left to see
simply things left to only dream of

You’ve always shown yourself to me
then turned and shown me to myself
But I’m not the man I tried to be
just a man I must have dreamed of

So now I find I’m looking past
the looking-glass held in your hands
Are you the girl I knew at all?
Did I really only dream you?

I pray that you’ll hold fast to your dreams
even when there's pleasure mixed with pain
Please don’t let them get away
becoming something that you'll say that
        you'd never dreamed of