'Twas a nightmare of him and a nightmare of you
woven into a beautiful, bittersweet dream.
And when I hear the plea from an individual sight
I can only wonder what it could mean.
With a whisper I hear and a smile I feel
is a canvas so stunning beyond my word.
I seek it out, but finally I settle
for this smile felt and whisper heard.
And with this nightmare of him and nightmare of you
woven into a beautiful, bittersweet dream,
I determined that, to paint the picture,
I don't have to know what they mean.