(C. Stepney - S. Barnes)
Birds sing out of tune, songs with no refrain
Nested in purple trees, nothing seems to rhyme
Only when I`m dreaming
is there harmony and meaning
Only when I`m dreaming of you
Empty hour glass; running out of time
Yesterday is here
Now will never pass
Only when I`m Dreaming
is there harmony and meaning
I am only dreaming when I`m deeper in the arms
the arms of love
the arms of love
Birds are now in tune
Since I`m with you
Songs have sweet refrain
Since I`m with you
