with extended arms and open hands
trying to find your slumber and climb in
to join you in a subconscious dance.
One hand in hand and another around your waist
we spin and twirl oblivious to the world
we can be whoever we want in this place
but no matter what you’re always my girl.
Here in our dreams it’s not as hard as it seems
to close the great distance between us
as we dance over mountains clouds and streams
the symphony is joined by a chorus.
So we waltz hand in hand all through the night
from separate beds, though our heads know no better
when the dance is disturbed by the bright morning light
we wake knowing that we’re still together.