WHAT IS THIS DREAM (Michael Joy) She’s like a rainbow in the air The more he reaches the more she is not there He gets the sense that he’s out of touch All she says is honey don’t think so much
What does he care, if it’s real Nothing here will last Desire feeds on the half concealed He won’t need to know What is this dream made of, what is this dream made of
He’d rather fall upon his sword Than to find she’s a phantom to the core But then she looks into his eyes Saying love I want to know you more
What does he care, if it’s real Nothing here will last Desire feeds on the half conceal He won’t need to know What is this dream made of, what is this dream made of
Desire wove the web for the dreamer Seamless as the night turns into day
