Sitting next to you
Watching television
Nothing in my dreams
Ever got this good
In a younger day
I could have sworn I dreamt you
Like an off-shore breeze
On a winter swell
Thirteen months too late
We met under the palm trees
You were dazzling
In your A-line lazed
Sitting next to you
I could be forever
Nothing in my dreams
Ever got this good
Real, it is real