The lights are mellow and light,
I'm beginning to see you at night
in the middle of my dreams,
bringing forth all of my sighs,
only if you were aware of all the things
I keep thinking about you.
My lines are blurring my sight,
I'm seeing things that don't exist,
you're saying things I want to keep hearing.
I'm beginning to like you.
And you say all these cheesy things
I'm dreaming of all night.
