Song | Dream |
Artist | Bill Charlap Trio |
Album | Clint Eastwood Presents: Johnny Mercer "The Dream's On Me" |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Do me a favor: | |
Tell me what you think about me. | |
Tell me how you want this to be. | |
Go out on a limb and just, | |
Dream. | |
Paint a picture. | |
Choose your colors extra wise, | |
Especially what you put on my mind. | |
Imagine what it'd be like to touch the sky. | |
(Yeah hee yeah!) | |
Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. | |
Do you know, | |
It's good to feel too much. | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing's ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
I breathe your visions. | |
They pull me through the coldest of nights. | |
They steer me towards that moment in time, | |
When you show me what it means for you to be mine. | |
(Yeah hee yeah.) | |
Whoa, you're giving me the will to try. | |
Do you know, | |
That there's happy in these lives | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing's ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Ha, it's like my birthday, | |
Every time you look at me. | |
It's like the best thing, | |
Every time that you, | |
Dream. | |
(Yeah hee yeah, yeah, yeah!) | |
Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. | |
Do you know, | |
It's good to feel too much. | |
(Much!) | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing's ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Dream! | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing's ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Dream. |
Do me a favor: | |
Tell me what you think about me. | |
Tell me how you want this to be. | |
Go out on a limb and just, | |
Dream. | |
Paint a picture. | |
Choose your colors extra wise, | |
Especially what you put on my mind. | |
Imagine what it' d be like to touch the sky. | |
Yeah hee yeah! | |
Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. | |
Do you know, | |
It' s good to feel too much. | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
I breathe your visions. | |
They pull me through the coldest of nights. | |
They steer me towards that moment in time, | |
When you show me what it means for you to be mine. | |
Yeah hee yeah. | |
Whoa, you' re giving me the will to try. | |
Do you know, | |
That there' s happy in these lives | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Ha, it' s like my birthday, | |
Every time you look at me. | |
It' s like the best thing, | |
Every time that you, | |
Dream. | |
Yeah hee yeah, yeah, yeah! | |
Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. | |
Do you know, | |
It' s good to feel too much. | |
Much! | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Dream! | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Dream. |
Do me a favor: | |
Tell me what you think about me. | |
Tell me how you want this to be. | |
Go out on a limb and just, | |
Dream. | |
Paint a picture. | |
Choose your colors extra wise, | |
Especially what you put on my mind. | |
Imagine what it' d be like to touch the sky. | |
Yeah hee yeah! | |
Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. | |
Do you know, | |
It' s good to feel too much. | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
I breathe your visions. | |
They pull me through the coldest of nights. | |
They steer me towards that moment in time, | |
When you show me what it means for you to be mine. | |
Yeah hee yeah. | |
Whoa, you' re giving me the will to try. | |
Do you know, | |
That there' s happy in these lives | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Ha, it' s like my birthday, | |
Every time you look at me. | |
It' s like the best thing, | |
Every time that you, | |
Dream. | |
Yeah hee yeah, yeah, yeah! | |
Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. | |
Do you know, | |
It' s good to feel too much. | |
Much! | |
Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. | |
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Dream! | |
The more you dream about me, | |
The more that I believe, | |
That nothing' s ever out of reach. | |
So dream, dream, dream. | |
Dream. |