Kittiwake - Dreams Like Fruit Lyrics

There's a sleepy little valley
In the back of my mind
Where everything that we have ever dreamed is real

Where all of our dreams
Are like fruit in the trees
Ripe for the plucking

My hands slide upwards
Reaching
They are always,
Always grasping for something

Just there not quite hold 'em steady
Our dreams they are wild
And unfocused
And bright

They are big and they are golden
And they are all ours
They shimmer and they sparkle
In the early morning's light
And if we could
Just pluck them
They are ours for the taking
These silvery tendrils
Wrested from our imaginations

They are ours, all ours
And they always will be
Born over and over
Renewed with each days passing