When you just can't and you're sick of counting the sheep the sunlight your head just won't let you put the days to bed Pick a place to meet In pajamas and bare on a moonlit street move me to the rhythm of your heartbeat
Oh, the we could go Chicago, New York and Toronto and it starts to snow we can hop train to Mexico where sleep on the beach with blankets made of leaves from palm trees and we'll say never leave\" and that's when i'll feel the sun creeping up me
I'll always wake up so confused each time I have that of you but, if you dreamt of me Does that mean we dreamt the same dream?