Sometimes I dream of what I read;
Sometimes I kiss your sleeping head -
But only the pillow is your body, your touch a bed.
I breathe with you,
but you’re not there at all.
In fantasy land, nothing is real
except how I feel about you, baby.
In fantasy land, dreams are sand
and I am talking to the wall.
Only love can see me through;
Only love from only you is real to me.
The only hope I have out here
is that one day you'll appear, in my dreams.
Sometimes I see you:
A face in the street drifting away
to a distant melody…
Then I see,
the ghost in the window is me.
I'm not here at all.
In fantasy land, nothing is real
except how I feel about you, baby.
In fantasy land, dreams are sand
and I am talking to the wall.
Only love can see me through;
Only love from only you is real to me.
The only hope I have out here
is that one day you'll appear, in my dreams.
Sometimes I kiss your sleeping head -
But only the pillow is your body, your touch a bed.
I breathe with you,
but you’re not there at all.
In fantasy land, nothing is real
except how I feel about you, baby.
In fantasy land, dreams are sand
and I am talking to the wall.
Only love can see me through;
Only love from only you is real to me.
The only hope I have out here
is that one day you'll appear, in my dreams.
Sometimes I see you:
A face in the street drifting away
to a distant melody…
Then I see,
the ghost in the window is me.
I'm not here at all.
In fantasy land, nothing is real
except how I feel about you, baby.
In fantasy land, dreams are sand
and I am talking to the wall.
Only love can see me through;
Only love from only you is real to me.
The only hope I have out here
is that one day you'll appear, in my dreams.
Words and Music by Robert Walker
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