I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot.

Dreamers must dream on
as long as the nightmare wakes them up
to greet with a bucketful of reality

When you can't fall asleep at night or you keep waking up in the middle of the night, you have a low appetite, or increased crying for no reason, then you're showing signs that stress is getting out of control and it's to the point you need to reduce the stress in your life.

Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth. No one could look as good as you, mercy.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.