You told me once 'bout one of your dreams
It was about fighting dragons and saving queens
I didn't have anything to share except my love for cookies 'n cream
You shrugged and replied with an 'I guess that's better than breaking your spleen.'
Our conversation ended and I never felt more dismayed
You could have left me then and there
But you showed me chivalry isn't dead
I looked in the mirror and I mentioned a dare
'If you can't make dreams, then steal them instead.'

I stole a dream from an old man with a lisp
He cowered in fear,
said to me,
"What kind of monster are you, dear?"
His dream felt fake in my own mind
Showering a garden just wasn't a good find

I stole a dream from a fish who died
It dreamed of flowers
And trees so high
But it was too tragic
Even for me
So I gathered it up and threw it in the tide

I stole another dream
My third dream, in fact
I never felt more satisfied
I never felt more intact
This third dream I stole, I did it with my heart
Yet the dog still chased me and I woke up sad

You told me once 'bout one of your dreams
It was a blur of gardens, leaping fish
And a girl who wanted nothing more than to make you feel
'She reminded me of you and she looked like a dish,'
'But I lost her, unfortunately, because dogs make me ill.'
I pondered about the things you said
Was I a fool for not knowing?
Or were you careful enough to have lead
Ourselves into a wondrous tale of throwing
Our lives into stolen dreams and inside piles of head?