Simple Dreams
Spoken softlyAs simple as a word could beFound its way to meTold me why you didn't want to leaveSo now you're toldBy someone who would care to disagreeYour wish is the last thing you should leave
Simple dreams are wicked thingsWhen they all fall to the floorDon't you want them anymoreAs time goes he knowsYou won't get everything you everNeed so find out what your greedCan carry with you overseasBut you wish is the last thing you should leaveSimple dreams are wicked thingsWhen they all fall to the floorDon't you want them anymore