I have this dream
Where you and I meet at some cafe in LA
But I've never been
So I suppose I'm relying on your recollection
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
And in this dream you look busy
Tired and wired and full life
You're a screenwriter
You're beautiful
You're healthy and happy to see me
You tell me what to order
And ask when I'm moved in
And we laugh and smile
We lean our heads on our cheeks
Like that scene in Annie Hall
There's a beauty about to past lovers
Going separate ways
On separate street corners
I wake up
I wake up
And I'm still waiting to say goodbye
I've just lost the love of my life
There's no beauty to that
If I met you at the cinema
Would you sit and talk with me?
I mean we wouldn't have to talk
We'd just watch and that'd be all right with me
We learned in school how film is like a dream
And how much I wish I could separate myself from the screen
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
Then the dream stops
And it sounds like
Yeah it sounds like
It sounds like
It sounds like this