Life begins and spirits riseAnd they become memories that vaporizeAnd the vapor becomes all the dreams we deviseAnd while we are dreaming, time fliesNight turns to dawn and dreams to sighsAnd sighs become sweet love that never diesAnd love becomes laughter and lullabiesAnd while we are dreaming, time fliesWhile we are dreaming we meet and exchangeConversations routinely and nothing seems strangeBut when we awake there's a sense of uneaseThat another night's gone just as quick as you pleaseNight turns to dawn and then bright skiesAnd bright skies to picnics on warm JulysTo deep umber autumns and winter goodbyesAnd while we are dreaming, time fliesWhile we are dreaming, time fliesTime fliesTime fliesTime flies...
