Dreams - Jessica Pratt

Dreams are like a primal love

And the chance that I might sing low

Will you ask me, am I waiting outside?

The taxi is red and I’m ready to ride

My legs are dancing past the doorways along

The streets that I love, and I’m all alone

Oh, some big buildings are hazy in the fog

Here I am

Stuck here thinkin' about you again

And in the end

I will try not to think of you again