Sometimes I still see her My mother, the dreamer She'd say: Nothing's impossible, child
Her dream, it's believing To taste like the real things Like some stranger you recognize
(So pure) So pure, so eletric (So sure) So sure, so connected To those little belivers inside May we all be So lucky
But dreams are? The kind we've gotten used to Is nothing I can feel (Nothing I can hold) Nothing I can have Nothing that I know
Dreams come and they go
But hold them and keep them (But hold them and keep them) And know that you need them (And know that you need them) When you're breaking points All that you have are
Dream is a soft place to land May we all be so lucky
