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The Sum of Our Dreams (1972) Video (MV)




Performed By: Matt Waters
Language: English
Length: 5:10
Written by: Matthew Waters




Matt Waters - The Sum of Our Dreams (1972) Lyrics




A penny for your melody
Bethany
We're still making love in a memory

Before the letter you
Sent to me
Blue ink on hotel stationary

You were touring for the money
Certainly
When you realized you didn't need me

Democracy was decaying
When you called me
About a bounced check from the record company

And these years
They bleed
Like when the cities of our empire
Express their suicidal need

The sum
Of our dreams
Our Camelot fell apart
At the seams

With this machine to appease
You took any hand you could
When I was down on my knees
We believe whom we believe
Whether the poet in a gutter
Or techie in a limousine

It hurt me when I heard you were
A junkie
But you said you quit cold turkey

When I queried why you'd
Called me
You said baby, they've swept up our confetti

I said I'm on a PhD
At University
Relieved they had a life left to sell me

The last thing you told me was
Sweetie
I got your number from your mother
She thinks you still love me

And these tears
They seem
To remind me there's no implosion
I haven't already seen

But sonny
Come here
All men sometimes get sad
There's nothing wrong with your daddy

But a poet's
Reverie
And time does clarify
All not to be

We're an
American family
And the singer in my poems
Compared to your mother meant nothing to me
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A penny for your melody
Bethany
We're still making love in a memory

Before the letter you
Sent to me
Blue ink on hotel stationary

You were touring for the money
Certainly
When you realized you didn't need me

Democracy was decaying
When you called me
About a bounced check from the record company

And these years
They bleed
Like when the cities of our empire
Express their suicidal need

The sum
Of our dreams
Our Camelot fell apart
At the seams

With this machine to appease
You took any hand you could
When I was down on my knees
We believe whom we believe
Whether the poet in a gutter
Or techie in a limousine

It hurt me when I heard you were
A junkie
But you said you quit cold turkey

When I queried why you'd
Called me
You said baby, they've swept up our confetti

I said I'm on a PhD
At University
Relieved they had a life left to sell me

The last thing you told me was
Sweetie
I got your number from your mother
She thinks you still love me

And these tears
They seem
To remind me there's no implosion
I haven't already seen

But sonny
Come here
All men sometimes get sad
There's nothing wrong with your daddy

But a poet's
Reverie
And time does clarify
All not to be

We're an
American family
And the singer in my poems
Compared to your mother meant nothing to me
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