In My Dreams - Youth Group

Happy again for the precious time I steal

For a minute there I thought my dream was real

Sometimes you come to me as a flock of birds

Sometimes you come dressed as Allen Ginsberg

Until the mornin' light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'

Standin' at my door like St. Steven

I just can’t break this it seems

In my dreams, in my dreams

Sometimes a bolt of light comes through the sadness

That there is a reason for the madness

Somehow it stirs a joy within me

I understand that the root of pain is beauty

Until the morning light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'

Standin' at my door like St. Steven

I just can’t face this it seems

In my dreams, in my dreams

Old grief has favored me with a thousand sittings

A series of portraits that go on and on and on

On and on and on and on

On and on and on

In my dreams you are alive

In my dreams you are alive

In my dreams you are alive

In my dreams you are alive

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'

Standin' at my door, not speakin'

I just can’t break this it seems

In my dreams, in my dreams