to, too, two blues
Having a happy dream.
Wake up and scream
Dive back into my dream.
Oh man, what are my dreams coming to?
Won’t you sleep with me
So we can dream together?
Won’t you sleep with me
So we will never ever
Have the kind of dream
That you dive back to.
Reality can be a hair shirt,
A hostile stare skirt.
You can get hurt
So bad, so sad.
Not the kind of bedclothes you look forward to.
Reality can be spun sugar candy.
Soft and mellow, sun yellow.
Swimming pool Jell-O.
Tired of taking sleeping pills.
Tired of using dreams for my thrills.
Tired of closing my eyes
Just to see you.
Want to be awake when you’re there.
Want to touch your spun sugar hair.
Want me and you to be two.
Want you too
To want me and you
To add up to
The number two.
C'mon baby, what's wrong with that?
Want you too
To want me and you
To add up to
The number two.
I want you too
To want me and you
To add up to
The number two.
What's wrong with that?
We'll take that too two train
Over the hill.
Leave all that foolish pain
And its unpaid bills.
What's wrong with that?
C'mon baby, tell me,
What's wrong with that.