Only in my dreams
under eyelids I find you at night.

I found you in Paris, kissing me in the shadowed alley way.
Beneath the aurora, lying in the snow
On top of the mountain, telling me "It's all yours one day."

You found me in our favorite store, searching for nostalgia.
The beach where we'd escape, in our own world
You held me so close, I got lost in my warm hysteria.

Then I awake from those dreams, and I'm slammed with reality.
The reality that my good dreams are my worst
And that is confidentiality.