Everyday, I wake
And this dream
Lingers on
Of those perfect days
I wait, afraid to try it on
Afraid to start at all
Till you're here
When bare, lies is all I need
You're so good, You're so quick
You're a tease
But now you're talking
Of roses anyway
You'll scratch the surface
And run away
Don't pull me under
Don't pull me under
Everyday, I wake
And this dream
Lingers on
Of those perfect days