| Song | Dream |
| Artist | Light |
| Album | Meet Me At the Bar Vol.8 |
| 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. |