All night baby,
I wished for you to be by my side,
And all night, my dreams clung to yours,
Desperate to keep you until the morning hour,
But dreams and meant for believers.
And we had never been those kind of people,
No matter how much we drank up that bullshit.
So my dreams cling to yours,
But the will never be what the other needs.
And still I’ll go to sleep each night dreaming of the ways we could be,
Because that’s the kind of bullshit we cling to,
A prayer for the hopeless dreamers.