String lights hang from a tree in your garden
Decorate all of your darkness
The night has a star with your name on
A gift from an ex that you no longer talk to
Though you see from time to time
Sometimes you sing along to the radio
Old fashioned songs that your mum loved
You're dressed in a bathrobe kimono
Pretending that you're in a film
That I remember, where you'll drive off into the sunset
If only the real world could be like these dreams
And all that we'd ever done is dance to the music
And you could be anyone
And I would play opposite
Bookshelves in alphabetical order
A globe where it snows down on New York
Dreams you could have been an author
In a previous life having scandalous affairs
Where you're talked of in society pages
If only the real world could be like these dreams
And all that we've ever done is dance to the music
And you could be anyone
And I would play opposite you
Every night you go to sleep
You go to sleep
