1. Life is just a dream from which we're not awoken A meandering stream until the flow is broken Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it always moves along Drops from high down to low, from all right to all wrong Your own private show, often too short or too long When it's time for me to go, I'll leave behind my song Bridge: Imagination real but vanishes with a touch Aware of how I feel, senses never penetrate too much 2. Love is just a dream until the spell is broken Its passions always seem better felt and left unspoken The dance can be fast or slow, it always moves along It's difficult to know if your emotions are too strong Your own private show, it never seems to last too long When it's time for me to go, I'll leave behind my song Ending: Life is just a dream from which we're not awoken Love is just a dream until the spell is broken