When I sit and dream,
I think of you.
You, what dreams are made of,
Make all of mine come true.

In my dreams I reach out to hold you,
But you're not there.
My heart is denied your love,
As I wake up to an emptiness without you.

Then you come true to me
With a burning passion,
That melts my heart into a puddle of love
That runs through my body,
To let me know how much you mean to me.