Meet Me In My Dreams

Meet Me In My Dreams

Remember when we were back in school
Two young kids with wild ideas
Years gone by we sweated and saved
For a cupboard with a view
Now too old for work they say
What’s the point in biding time
Living out our yesterday
When wild ideas could all come true

We could settle into being old
But all that glitters could be gold
So meet me in my dream
I won’t fall asleep without you
Meet me in my dream
Underneath the Vegas lights

Look around our shabby room
Paper peeling curtains frayed
Faded photos on the wall

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