Verse 1

(The story begins at a small condo.

I'm with him in the land of snow.

And he's looking at me like I'm the first drop of rain after the scorching sun.

I see so much love in those green eyes, I come undone.)

(I wake up, and the scene shifts.

I realize it's just a dream as it drifts.

I'm in my lonely room, a thousand miles away from where I think he'll now be.

And he's no where even close to going down on one knee.)

(He's still got his ex girlfriend's picture.

He acts like it's no big deal, he's over her.

But damn, I can see the way he used to smile, back when they were together.

I wonder if I can ever be as good, or maybe even better?)

Chorus

I dream again, and the story resumes.

My world is not burning in blazing fumes.

There's no picture of his ex anywhere in sight.

Our two kids are ready to fight.

And the dinner on the stove is his favorite one.

His mom says that it's almost done.

And we're setting the table, ready to eat.

Secretly flirting, feet to feet.

A happy home with a love so deep.

The story keeps getting better in my sleep.

Verse 2

(He's mine; we'll spend our lives together.

But sometimes I feel like he's so damn far.

I try my best to reach out and I try to make him love me the way I love him.

But my real life is so damn different from my sweet dream.)

(And the story goes on, we lead our lives.

Hoping things will change when I'm his wife.

Hoping that someday we'll look back at this time and laugh at our silly-ness.

Cause right now everything I see is such a huge mess!)

(It seems like a barrier is separating us.

We're always fighting and making a fuss.

And I'm trying to see it from his point of view, to understand him better.

But maybe, just maybe, I'll never be as good as her.)

Chorus

I dream again, and the story resumes.

My world is not burning in blazing fumes.

There's no picture of his ex anywhere in sight.

Our two kids are ready to fight.

And the dinner on the stove is his favorite one.

His mom says that it's almost done.

And we're setting the table, ready to eat.

Secretly flirting, feet to feet.

A happy home with a love so deep.

The story keeps getting better in my sleep.

Bridge

She broke his heart, but he still keeps her picture.

And it kills me each time it flashes in my eyes.

And every dream I dream, the story I weave,

All feel like one major mile-stone of lies and lies.

Maybe the story will be different.

Maybe I'll never have you cent percent.

Maybe I'll live my life crying.

But I'll never ever give up on trying.

And hoping and silencing my heart's screams.

And weaving the story in my dreams.

Chorus

I dream again, and the story resumes.

My world is not burning in blazing fumes.

There's no picture of his ex anywhere in sight.

Our two kids are ready to fight.

And the dinner on the stove is his favorite one.

His mom says that it's almost done.

And we're setting the table, ready to eat.

Secretly flirting, feet to feet.

A happy home with a love so deep.

The story keeps getting better in my sleep.