Give me your dreams, my darling
There's no use for carrying your whole life yourself
Keep your head up, my darling
There's no use for wishing that you were someone else
And you've been carrying a bit too much, losing your golden touch
And you've been worrying a bit too long, falling down, coming on too strong
Give me your fears, my darling
There's no use for fearing the beast under your bed
Spread out your joy, my darling
From the treetops all the way to the flowerbeds
And you've been carrying a bit too much
Losing your golden touch
And you've been worrying a bit too long
Falling down, coming on too strong
You've been carrying a bit too much
Losing your golden touch
And you've been worrying a bit too long
Falling down, coming on too strong