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