Only a Dream

T. Finn

How strange we cry
Whenever the truth comes by
We'd rather believe in a lie.

Blue sky, white sand
Time running through my hands
Still hoping to find your summer land.

This is a dream, only a dream
This is a dream.

Old songs, bright lights
Someone to hold you tight
Never forget day and night.

This is a dream, only a dream
This is a dream.

We can't make the dream come true
We can rest awhile and contemplate the view.

This is a dream, only a dream
This is a dream.