Dreams
David Byron / Ken Hensley / Mick Box
You should have seen
Tuesday's dream
Dancing in my head
For you'd have heard
A thousand words
That nobody had said
And you'd have
Watched me try to run
Where dreams have
Never strayed
Heard my cries because
I know I really was afraid
Dreams, dreams, I'll never keep
My body rests
But my eyes refuse to sleep
Sights and sounds
My mind created
Far beyond the thoughts
Of which we speak
And then we danced
On silver wings
Upon a gilded thread
I heard the song the angel sings
To bless my lowered head
And at the door of paradise
My best laid plan begun
But as I turned to reach for you
My coloured night, it was gone