Dreams are like children
Close your eyes and they're not there.
You hear them laughing
On empty streets and garden squares.
We walked so slowly.
Then suddenly you cried, 'I've given up.
I've been undone by London,
London and a lack of love.'
Dreams are like fireflies
Floating in a saphire sky.
You try and catch them.
But find, when you do, their fire dies.
We walked so slowly.
You said, 'I've finally realised enough's enough.
I've been undone by London,
London and a lack of love.'
It could be so easy
It could be so easy
It could be so easy
Work it out, just work it out
It could be so easy
It should be so easy
Dreams are like lullabies
A Mother's voice when you were young.
A cherished photograph
Fading in the summer sun.
We're raising hawks when we could be raising doves.
I've been undone by London,
London and a lack of love.