We are driving in your car
And planning a Thanksgiving dinner
Your folks are coming with your grandma
So are mine, with Uncle Louie
I steal a kiss
And you are laughing
The telephone rings;
It's my sister Kathy
She'll bake a pie if she's able
I think we'll need a larger table
I don't want to wake up
I just want to dream all day
We are living in a cottage
Near the ocean
The waves are crashing
I see the garden that we planted
Seeds are sprouting
Nothing bad has happened
Your eyes seem like they are all-knowing
You read my soul;
All my lies are showing
I reach for you to stroke your hair
You have vanished into thin air
I don't want to wake up
I just want to dream all day
I only dream in Technicolor
I only dream of you, my lover
I dream of you each passing day
Every every every every every day
I only dream in Technicolor
I only dream of you, my lover