The Dream

Before you leave,
I just wish you knew.
My heart's on my sleave,
I wish I could go with you.

when you hit earth again,
tell me about your trip.
tell me how you've been,
before love losened it's grip.

As you walk on the clouds,
and float away on your dream,
before you sell your souls,
remember that nothing is what it seems.

I'll hold the moon for you.
I'll hold the moon for you.