When just can't sleep and you're sick of counting the sheep the sunlight in your head just won't let you put the days bed Pick a place to meet pajamas and bare feet 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 hop train to Mexico where we'll sleep on the beach with blankets made of leaves from 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 each time I have that dream of you but, if you of me too Does that mean we dreamt the same dream?