作词 : Frances Quinlan
 作曲 : Frances Quinlan
My love in the dream,
You were alr eady speaking
I was too shocked to make any one of my tired speeches

Listen, that's a rare thing for me
Sunlight touches on the plants that i've been torturing

Yet when I come over I love that quick delay before your face lights in recognition
I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody
Was so much for me not real?
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers

Through the chaos I can see

All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet
Come to think of it

The dream was a nightmare with no one who knew me just then

You were there
Two-foot tall little bear
You took my hand and introduced me to everybody
I watched as you were named on that mid-February morning
I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody
Was so much for me not real?
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Through the chaos I can see

All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet

I have to stop myself and admit i am happy

There is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody
Was so much for me not real?

I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Through the window you look out at me

I have to stop myself and admit you make me happy