Willy
Jollymore
"Maybe we accept the dream has become a nightmare. We tell ourselves that reality is better. We convince ourselves it's better that we never dream at all. But, the strongest of us, the most determined of us, holds on to the dream or we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream we never considered. We wake to find ourselves, against all odds, feeling hopeful. And, if we're lucky, we realize in the face of everything, in the face of life the true dream is being able to dream at all."
I've said it so many times....
It doesn't even sound like a word anymore.
You get the gray skies outa my way,
You make the sunshine brighter than Doris Day.
Turn a mere spark into a flame,
My beats per minute never been the same.
'Cause you're my lady,
I'm your fool.
Makes me crazy
When you act so cruel.
C'mon baby,
Let's not fight.
We'll go dancing
And everything will be alright.