Restless in her sleep she wrestles me, in dreaming deep of what is and what is to be, she takes hold, I see her fingers white and clenched, drenched with sweat,
and cool her brow, wonder how she has the strength to fight.
This night is like the other nights when we have fights and in spite of that the night is always spectacular for me,
in her dreams I can be her superman, not the 'desperate dan' I really am,
in her dreams I fly to her, take her where she wants to be,
she wants to be with me.

Then she wakes and wonders why, the tears I cry for her and I would die for her,
and tonight she will wrestle me and I will nestle close,
and close the light out
one more night bout.